With a Mac 10 like I was born on Queen's Street, Murder MCs like I was born in Queen's Bridge, That how I show you palm *****z where the King is, And
walk to get Dre And Blood bounce back, heat on the track Dribble rock like Wade and bounce like Shaq Trow an O' in a pot and watch it bounce right back
: (feat. Cyssero, Ya Boy) [Sample:] Love is as well gone As sunny sunny days [Hook x2: Game] Yeah I'm addicted to slugs I can tell by your pearl handle
through Virginia Beach in ALL the machines EYUGH! - He was posse deep, runnin niggaz Jeep Lambos and the Porches ridin back and back through the streets
: [Mary J. Blige] Yeah, let's take 'em back [The Game] I need a "Real Love", Mary, holla at me if you need a real thug We could ride through Compton
me back together Here again my heart is Rusted through Look as yourself lying on a picture of Misconception As we fall walking across Across the dead This is
me Sewing me back together Here again my heart is rusted through Look at yourself lying on a picture of misconception As we fall walking across the dead This is
me Sewing me back together Here again my heart is rusted through Look as yourself lying on a picture of misconception As we fall walking across the dead This is
on the mic I said the girls keep comin back every night Cause I dress so fresh, my voice is clean I can rock party people, yes even the Queen In England
a man You always was committed A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it There's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that
super stardom All the jewelry, all the cars, whose crew is the hardest. Now the hip-hop police, the villains is watching And kids think beef is the only
fame, and super stardom All the jewelry, all the cars, whose crew is the hardest. Now the hip-hop police, the villains is watching And kids think beef is
: Young mothers That's right I feel ya (hey) I know how it is (MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL) Don't nobody understand I feel ya [Verse 1: Tupac]
don't cry, I hope you got your head up {Outlawz} Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is
You always was committed A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it There's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I
: Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school All these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island Queens, and all the
Thugs And The Street Dudes. And That Focuses Me Back On What I Should Be Doing, Lay Out The Real Mat On The World And How It Is. The Message Is, Young
, to the gear and them rings No doubt, coulda done it but ain't no hoe for you Now I try to tell you but all you do is sit around It takes more than hope