Letras:
D B S No Room

room for one more One more Chance to believe in That you can even the score One more Place at the table Always room for one more Room for one

her back, we don't want her round my team She's a slut and she's a freak, but you don't know cause she's discreet I swear I see everything that's a bit

look like y'all LOSO, F to the A-B Street fid-id-id-id-im Yes, yes. Let's go Its the Capital L Capital O Capital S Capital O, let's go We through

Sometimes I be in B K, with Fab on the freeway Lincoln continental and I copped it off on ebay I pop champ like its my b day, force power Under my hood

-sense You was PC'd up Hit the bricks, rapping 'bout the corner like you Common Talk of New York? You Jorge Pasada I throw 'em, you catch 'em, that's not a threat, that's

Cali gave me a star if you don't beleive me; hollywood boulevard you can go there if you ever need the D.I double D.Y, B.A.D B.O.Y good in any hood, no

to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherfuckin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk

pitch a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga) D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray)

're wearing my ring Guess I can stop playin' ol' B.B. King 'Cause the thrill is back, the heartache's gone Time stands still, baby love lives on The room