it I love it how you do it yeah ma you know you get it good honey honey come here I like the way you work it work it ma you know you get it good honey
control Let?s do it all night ?Til we can?t do it no mo? People rockin? to the sound Turn it up and watch it pound We gon? rock it to the top Until
I won't play the clown Mr Clown what are you looking for ? With this light on my face I just can't find ! Mr Clown can't speak no more I got so many
Real friends won't do you wrong Real friend don't change Real friend don't change Real friend don't change Real friend don't change
learnin to walk So I watched you niggas take they first steps And I was happy for ya, daddy was clappin for ya But, wasn't for me prolly wouldn't've
shoe Dat Giuseppe had Blow game like da late Desi Gillespie had Dats some good jaw, pop quiz good score She call her pussy merain dat good raw For you
Jeezy) [Intro] Diamonds On My Damn Chain! It Ain't Hard To Tell! [Chorus] Diamonds In My Damn Chain! Diamonds In My Damn Chain! I'm like ooh daddy,
Chorus Verse 3: Hold on baby please you can't leave now No John baby please We gon' get you to a hospital as quickly as possible Life is full of obstacles we gon' get
3:] Hold on baby please you can't leave now No joke baby please I'm gon' get you to a hospital, as quickly as possible Life is full of obstacles, we gon' get
Voice] Diamonds On My Damn Chain! It Aint Hard To Tell! [Chorus:] Diamonds In My Damn Chain! Diamonds In My Damn Chain! I'm like ooh daddy, I see you
I start selling that cane cause nobody never cared Mama at the post office working that late night shift Taking care of my sisters cause my daddy wasn't
all night, niggas came through and shot it up but it was alright, Cause after the cops left it was a party then, you down with OPP then bring Naughty in. They say it
They call it murder (You can't fuck with the real!) They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder (Nigga, don't cross
day same snitch ain't nothin' good in the hood He'd run away from New York and never come back if he could [Chorus - The Game] Hate it or love it the
same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could [Chorus (50 then Game):] Hate it or love it the
You Out", so I'm a do it The South gon' love it - chop it {SCREW IT} Slow it down, then bring it back up G-G-G U-NO! Nigga, it's Young Buck! [Verse 7
t goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me) [50 Cent] From the beginnin to the end, losers lose When it's win this is real we ain't got to pretend The
so I start selling that cane cause nobody never cared Mama at the post office working that late night shift Taking care of my sisters cause my daddy wasn't