'neath the stand-up palm On an island called Green Turtle Key, People sit and stare at the man who's there Counting coconuts night and day. You'll find
ya'll not this is why, this is why, this is why I rock [VERSE] this is why I rock, catch me on da block every other day another purse another drop 16
Caprices Drove by the teachers, even more by polices How he get the cash the day his father passed away Left him with a lil' somethin', 16, he was stuntin
Four wheels churnin' up a fresh green pasture Throwin' mud pies everywhere I'm beside you yellin', "Faster, faster" Wind whippin' through my tangled hair
Puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70 Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be Packed in like green bay, Harlem week to Queen's day Performing
brown skin Green eyes and a crooked smile There were freckles on her shoulders From sun-kissed country miles Well her Papa died in prison The day she turned 16
[Intro Ms. Jade] Uh, Ms. Jade, yeah It's like that old back in the day house party Dance contest shit right here [Verse 1 Ms. Jade] They got me, watcin
[Intro Ms. Jade] Uh, Ms. Jade, yeah It's like that old "back in the day" house party Dance contest shit right here [Verse 1 Ms. Jade] They got me, watcin
I'm going thru 16x Verse 4: mica b Coming up in the game making this money We constantly bumping gimme some on the scene Gotta pocket in the bank full of green
Since the age of three One day dope fiends'll be pagin me I got crunk in the game niggas knew my name Smoke grey gold trim big daddy grill 16 in a 7-
me! Donald: The Champion slowly walks over to his golf bag, unzips it, and pulls out, hmm what I believe is a 16 oz silver beverage container and starts
the sinner must die. The summer that I turned 16 I had my Independence Day. Sucked down to the rich neighborhood, near the fireworks display. Green lawns
kicks it off, nigga what rhyme wit no fuckin problem, down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball, understand I gotta plan, to get me some green, I stay
reason, bein' on the block all day You ain't got nowhere to lay, that nickel and dime pay You'll do better grabbin' a K, bein' ready to spray Make a muthafucka day
be my lucky day sometimes I think of you but it's cool to be alone it's nice to not have to fight for my blanket it's just an old green couch but
the front line 'cause in a rap war, I shoot off rhymes And sound off a park like an m-16 When I hit the scene, suckas turn green 'cause I take the microphone
) What do you mean, john 3:16? For God so loved the world, every man packs an m-16 (m-16) But the dream.. is still for green.. (so) so we die in the