a couple of dojas to cover the shit Block is like ground zero man its covered in bricks Just know if ya paper right I'm a fuck wit ya Cash New York man
inch, I bag it, it's gone Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones Some niggaz ball, some niggaz do what we do And other niggaz sing for Cash Money like
, so they say, these ni**az is gay (Outlaw - Outlaw) Blast me? It could never happen At least not while I'm walkin and rappin Heard of some ni**az on the other
3: Wish Bone] Now all ah y'all niggas tough Y'all ready for violence violence But niggas don't give ah fuck We ready to riot riot When all the smoke clears Y
fo' details -n- hookup." You better count yo' money [2x] (Ghetto Cowboy) You better count yo' money [2x] (Ghetto Cowboy) [Rooster crows] [Krayzie] "Rise -n
in the goods. Line it on up, guarantee you get served. Lil' Chris, said run it, So I ran and told her. I'm a cash money young'n, Bird-man junior. Just
: (feat. Trey Songz) [talking: Trey Songz] When I first heard this shit (C'mon) I told Drake it shoulda been called, over for these other niggas Yeahhh
my chest [Eminem] I?m B-A-N-A-N-A-S [Royce Da 5'9"] I?m a C-O-C-O-N-U-T [Eminem] Put this CD in and you?ll see The sequel to Scary Movie, bad is to
Roll up in they shill, bankin helly mill So fuck Melly Mel, Master Flash and goofy Kool Moe Dee And every other bitch that fell off back in '83 Y'all
Inside-and either way you lose me momma so let loose of me I got the rain our direction'll soon change To live and die in N.Y. in the hustle game Hustle
cock it Plan aborted, you and your mans get a pass This rhyme, you're operating on f*ck time Y'all n*ggaz ain't worth my shells, all y'all n*ggaz tryin
y'all) Sticky like cous-cous y'all (cous y'all) Be the words that I ap-ply (ap-ply) My peeps mass, karma N.Y. (N.Y) Check it out, you see you other
all about Chanel (Tiffany, Traci, Stephanie) You went away So Im writing in the fog on the window To express myself And how Im feeling [Chorus x2:] y-l-e-n
drunken words spoken so slow A year go by, the nigga was fly Prada shoes, a lotta jewelry, stayed high Got a call, he's in N.Y Needs a couple of G's '
in haalt m'n hart z'n weg, naar m'n vingers Kan het niet echter verzinnen Hand op m'n pen, en m'n tekst kan beginnen Sirenes wennend zwaar in m'n brain
: Yeah... hard body (hard body) Carter carter Carter yeah Lets go Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want
I is I love Weezy Lil girl your man your damn kids love Weezy You gotta love the nigga just because other nigga And I don't love other niggaz But I love other
m talkin real shit to ya baby (that real crip shit) Duces 'n trayz bangin (that real crip shit) I'm talkin real shit to ya baby (that real crip shit) Duces 'n
