better on my side, it's better on my side It's better on my side, it's better on my side 'Cause I'm better than her (Rick Ross rap): You saw me on my
step over the line and get a taste of the sunshine It's better on my side It's better on my side, it's better on my side It's better on my side, 'cause
rap on everything Cause he know that I snap on everything Listen, when my flow commisions It caused the commisioner to throw a cap on everything My accountant said If I get the crib on
around thugs [Verse 1: The Game] Yeah nigga I'm loco but not like loco Red rag in my pocket, got gangbanging in the chokehold Red spokes on my low low
my eyes on you [Chorus: Akon] I got my eyes on you! And I'm posted on the corner with that thing on my side Said I got my eyes on you! It's a message
we'd haul off a load Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals Smiling
my surprise I could see a little light on the hill Well the fire was glowing and really I was knowing I was really hot on the track But in D.C. they
chair [Some guy laughs] [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] We had to get 'em up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda mo drop my guage on 'em
So, untill you get to grandma's place I think you ought to walk, with me and be safe I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on Till I'm sure that you've been
my sheep suit on Till I'm sure that you've been shown That I can be trusted walkin' with you alone [howls] Little Red Ridin' Hood I'd like to hold
d made horrible call And now the state line felt like the Berlin Wall And there was no doubt about which side I was on Cause I built you a home in my
be funny I buy my bitch a new ass and watch her sit on my money Man all the bitches holla, they wanna drop my bridges than jaw my dick and swallow Leave
crookedy croo at 6am He looked at me a laughin' said my music would make F.M. Station. You're Haitian. You'll never get nowhere. But I sweared on my grandmother grave we'd
m tryna help you get to know me, Yeah [D.Woods:] (oh yeah) Got two sides [Gorilla Zoe:] Okay [D.Woods:] Day and night [Gorilla Zoe:] Uh-huh [D.Woods
a hoe, Whut I don't give a fuck if ya hate, Whut Just don't let me catch you hangin out on my side of the gate, Whut Talk to the dead on the phone, Whut
line and dragged my name through the dirt believe me girl you're gonna feel all my hurt I work hard for the things that are in my hands my fans are what
gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough. And I was standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on my
