couple of million records (I never knew I) And these motherfuckers hit the ceiling (I never knew I) I don't do black music, I don't do white music I make fight music
Justice League It's Da Boss, it gets no better than this Maybach music Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Gold emblem with two M's in it This living
better than your husband Gavin' ya girl back spasms 'Cause G Rap has 'em orgasm after orgasm Change the sheets? Ya must be kidding' Ya gotta change
and pearls If I ruled the world People started flowin' as they reached for my hand I said, "Thank you for bringin' me to the promised land But now I must
prejudice, let's dismiss this If you want to, you can dub it to your hit list I know you gon' to, we in this to replenish yo' musical wish list When it come to this music
ever saw Live in action, guaranteed raw Who's coming through? Y'all know who Bed-Stuy Brooklyn where this rapper was originated Your rhymes ain't shit, they must
Chubbster, chubbster, the chubbster Come on y'all, let's go to work 6 foot 3, 260 and change We need to reap a little comedic and strange Because we
manager moe, he's down with us Castle-d boy, he's down with us D.j. red alert, he's down with us Robocop boy, he's down with us Makin' funky music is a must
Got a music [Incomprehensible] Salute you Are you serious, man? The ice in the chain, man, the ice in the watch They must not know who I be We got the
ya heard me Me and my niggaz in the course and we constantly dirty Which one of y'all can I holla at When it's time to pay rent? And who you think's
t an insane dream From the beginning, I really came clean You about to see Strange gleam Take it over and gain green Strange Music and RBC along with Fontana We gon' change
The pain grows in fame and Kangols with change And strange hoe's who bang in range roves for thangs Same shows with lames, the rainbows will stain Insane foes who
from goin' insane Now I need to lift away (lynch): Now you niggas know I come sick like a lunatic Man, they must be high 'cause they really don't know who
Nobody's Side From the Musical Chess -Florence You want to lose your only friend Well, keep it up you're doing fine Why this humiliation? Why treat me
of niggas to hold us back They music so fluffy, I'm a stay gutter That shit is kinda popcorn, my shit is so butter My style never change in twenty two
Music and Lyrics by P. Wagner. Who tells sader stories? Tears in broken eyes telling 'bout the worries, search for cure from whys. A something to believe
of the world When night is gone a thousand of the poor have died. Goodbye to the world. We cannot help them all, but must we have a pope who damns the
before his window watching him, so maybe they first want to study our life, yeah, they study our life. Before they get in contact with us they must know who