Letras:
1St Place

I?m bout to tell you this story about being broke Man, being broke sucks. Dude, being broke sucks. I woke up this morning ain?t got no money, only

censor somethin, motherfucker censor this! My words are weapons, and I'm steppin to the silent Wakin up the masses, but you, claim that I'm violent Chorus: 1st

till a day we decide we've had enough? All along We were strong enough To be sick of it, And put them back in their fucking place. we never asked for

murder mo, gladly 'Cause the haters never had to have me Want to follow fools through alleys 'Cause ready to lose and daddy who raised me like Layzie, Krayzie Probably St

-Hah I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air don't ever disrespect Woo-Hah I got you all in check {1st verse} Busta Rhymez up in the place

professional look With this superb decorating set... I'm not meant to be here But so what? Nobody's taken your place Nobody's taken your place Each

: [singing:] You can't love, but I bet ya Yo can't hine yeah [Verse 1:] Here we Gooo The 1st time aroud I left the cars at the house And I put the diamonds

girls pat yuh front a clump (Come on!!!) Miami girls let mi see yuh jump, jump (Yep) New York girls can shake that ass (OH!!!!) St. Louis girls mi see

we [E] Touch down, there ain't no way to keep em quiet With T.I. and Shady baby, we bout to incite a riot When we touch down [1st verse: T.I.] When we