we gonna do a lot of beautiful things for each other You know what I'm saying? We gonna get me a new car We gonna get me some better jewelry We gonna
late I know she ain't comin' back What I gotta do now To get my shorty back Man I don't know what I'm gonna do Without my boo You've been gone for too
What Im Raising, Im Chilling On A Vacation With Jamaicans, Asian, Caucasian, Casian, iMean Cuban, Rick Ruben, We Cruising , We Winning Yall Losing, Cause We Working
My bitches run this motherfucker! HEEEEELL YEEEAH! So do my bitches run this motherfucker HEEEELL YEEEEAH!! So do my niggas run this motherfucker NOOOT TOOONIIIGHT So do my
demons buried in my closet But yet I put in work like a deposit on my bank account My eyes lit while I think about my childhood now I'm blanking out
my father You see, my poppa was broke, and my momma was young Tryin' to blend in with them city folk Every day landlord knockin' down my do' Wonderin' where my
something we can't, they never seen these dollars before I wrote this here for the government, me and my people sufferin' break bread with the immigrants, not word for recipients tell me what my
here, you could make it anywhere I came prepare for the rain, hail, sleet, snow Whatever the weather we ride Let my people go to the place where knowledge is born We
But whatever you choose, just keep your ear to the wax Because we got somethin' def that other rappers lack We haven't been able to put our fingers on what
ma We grown men ma Neef grown to baby He grown to baby We gettin' couple dollars to baby, yeah We get our own cake to baby I know we in our late teens She my
[Chorus] I know you gonna let me shine right Me and my dawgs we be ballin all night Why? the ice that we rock is all nice Why? them girls that we know
) Whoa, ohh (Something you feel thing) (Come on, let me make you sing) This is for my Shaolin shooters and my Brooklyn teens Uptown Bronx and them crooks in Queens I work
Pinnochio Since I was only 15 I had to listen To what was said for my parent was a christian I went to school and saw all my friends do it But I said
Ayo they used to call me, 'Work Out' 'Cause before I brought my work out, I used to work out Niggas wanna make deals, na, na I want work out Now, murk
innocent teens. about tha cream work hard now, live up my dream. aint tryin to stress ova no shorts or ugly things. that aint for me or even my team.
you think 'bout leavin' you need to let me know We better together than further apart So darlin' don't go breakin my heart We was high school sweethearts, talkin' since we was teens
What that nigga want God? Word up, look out for the cops (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage
t trade that for my crooked hat Or my gang or my gun or my waist full of pagers For a job deep frying shit, for richer teen agers If that's where it'
