(i love my Chick) i love my baby yup yup i love you boy (i love my Chick) i love my baby (i love my Chick) i love my baby i love my baby he bring me
but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I
club on my New York shit Razor in my mouth on my New York shit (Ladies and Gentlemen!!!) [Busta Rhymes] Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Got the world followin
i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga (i love my bitch) i love my nigga he
chest, now rock to the beat {Chorus w/ slightly different (ad libs)} {Busta Rhymes} Holla at me now, c'mon! Yeah.. Busta Rhymes, cookin up a little brown stew chicken
bombs up The type of chick I wanna talk about when I call my moms up Until the love is empty I credit the one who sent me The most BEAUTIFULLEST woman
into that street shit Hustle hard, try to get money quick (In the ghetto) That's where I got my name from I learned to get money and I got all my game
Rampage} Aiyyo I'm on to the next level I'm gettin rich, friends said I switch I got me a bad chick, live up in the hills Pay my mom's bills, recoup a
my sleeve Gimme tha number but make sure ya call before ya leave [Verse 1] I know you like me (I know you like me) I know you do (I know you do) That
yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga (i love my bitch) i love my nigga
. Baby girl, I only use my dough for coochie or chicken. Listen, cooked food. Shorty fatten my tummy. You can go in and have my slice, don?t touch my
ship {Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes} I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin I'm takin over Stick you for your blue Range Rover I
Bang [Busta Rhymes:] (Get Low Busta) This My Own Song Spittin The Last Verse Yall Homies Are Doomed Like The Bambino Curse (Turn It Up) {I Love My Chick
Get Enough, Bussa Buss Baby Let me holla at ya Shorty [Busta Rhymes:] Before I put my cup on yo ass, You lookin I could park my truck on yo ass, Shorty
to my flag, and my flag red I'm out of my head, bitch I'm outta my mind from the bottom I climb You ain't hotter at mine, nope, not on my time and I'm
across town, I steal no money to Carlito Mama always said don't gamble I'm trapped in casino No more money in my bags Nightmares, getting closer I slept
He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride I waited so long that I thought I died and came back
