kurz mal deine Hand oder den Fu? oder das Knie Part 3 Ah , Ich komm mit einer Hand am Blunt.Ne Hand am Jack ne Hand am Pepp. Da-Darum leih mir bitte
mal deine Hand oder den Fu? oder das Knie Part 3 Ah , Ich komm mit einer Hand am Blunt.Ne Hand am Jack ne Hand am Pepp. Da-Darum leih mir bitte deine
gangsta Fat Joe the boy is a wanksta I come through the Bronx and I spank ya I smoke dat ganja Rollin? shotgun with Baja 3-5-7 revolver (Bo-Bo) G-Unit
Scar-on-ya-face They put him in the hole, and all the bullshit stopped But when his boy had beef, yeah he got dropped P.D. had no witness, D.A. dropped
man Chopper's brand, getting head in the car park, new Gallardo This bitch sucking my dick today, call yesterday's news tomorrow Stretch a nigga out, I'm the new Tae-bo
don't make no money, buddy I'm ready Can I get it? It's win or lose, you know the rules We rollin', we didn't hit it, now pay your dues [J-Bo:] Now when
shit, c'mon [Mark Curry] Uh-huh, make money hand over fist The bo-vines roam where chickenhearts don't exist Settin up shop, it's hands on in the hustle
or whatever you need, all you got to do it follow my lead Take my hand, and roll with me And live it up, with a D-O-double-G, lavishly [Chorus] [Ron
whatever you need, all you got to do it follow my lead Take my hand, and roll with me And live it up, with a D-O-double-G, lavishly [Chorus] [Ron Isley
Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Dorsey, a.k.a. [PP/Jamal Dorsey] Pazi Plant, The Soul Plant [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Armstead, a.k.a. [Bo/Conway Armstead] Bo
never that nigga paying for that loft Payin' the cause for another man to floss (nah!) I'd rather have my hands on the grands of course So the plan is
... the 1-6-Ooh [Interlude: Raekwon (Method Man)] Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber four Temple number nine, temple number nine [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm the original G-O-D
shit (oh) (Wyclef: Hey) [Missy Elliott] Me and Clef on this track what you want Heard you wanna battle us both I hope you don't Hand me my mic, two woofers
And instead of savin me Mama getting on her knees to pray When Brotha Lynch told me to chill Sicx told me deal The homie C-Bo told me to get scrill for
Now love is pouring through the windows Comin' through the door I can feel it creepin' through the cracks in the floor Bouncin' off the walls and the
you know you (Not) "God's son", across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd
it too, oh I can do it wit no hands, I can stand on one toe Oh, I can lean wit it, rock wit it, bitch, I'm Fa-bo You don't wanna see fo'-fo' Don't test D