Letras:
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cred and akoo building up Say I'm doing too much shit I say I ain't did enough Remember saying damn if I could just get to a million plus And now I'm

I was walking by your house I saw a stranger in the window looking out. And I waved in a shy kind of reserved way and he did not wave back. And I realized

talk no more it's no biggie I was so Biggie, you was Faith I let you slide in my home, you was safe I thought my ability to provide you stability Was

the weak from the awesome Me hard to keep, I gotcha I rock ya word to big pa-pha I gotcha [Chorus] Jagged Edge Girl, I?d trade it all, money, cars and

enough doe and pull to gotti fixed If I wasn't rappin I'd have a ?? Down south in a town you never heard before Dealin wit weight Columbians would murder for ?? cats I keep burnin' for furthermore I

I made it rappin', I was more dedicated to aggravated scrappin' the chin tappin', that crackin' your jaw pimp slappin' I been baggin' the bad broads, I been mackin' I been packin' the mack 10s, I

the bread So I line you up and I dent you, you run you're fucked when I catch you You only eat cause I let you I hate the fact that I met you When you

me cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread I could care

50 cent] Imagine I was broke right now Saying damn, where my friends go Cat burgler style, I'm coming through your window Bitch I'm so focused, nigga I