Volare, oh oh Cantare, oh oh oh oh Let's fly way up to the clouds Away from the maddening crowds We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of Where
As far as my eyes can see There are shadows approaching me And to those I left behind I wanted you to know You've always shared my deepest thoughts You
: (feat. Get Low Playaz & Young Noble) [21 seconds of ad libs to open] [Chorus: repeat 2X] Exclusively, ridin on them deuces G Talkin 'bout what your
keep up, I'd advise you to speed up With money movin' like coke these days, gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and dare a nigga to act up You see us in
we can meet Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse 16: W
, anywhere we can meet Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse
to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat track
out But they ain't feeling me a mutha fuckin fool 'bout my fuckin cheddar cheese and it pleases, passion of mine Thuggin huggin plenty of G's and
That makes three My laywers getting cash up the ass Don't even ask Why I'm buck wild ? Don't smile don't laugh To the young G's comin up peep game
the S) {Verse 1: Dinco, Milo} Three in this to grass it up like me Besides TNT, see an N and BG My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G I guess it
s go!!! I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch!!! (G-Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE
And that's comin straight to ya from the Young MC [Digital Underground] I'm in a rage Oh yeah? Yo, why is that g? Other races, they say we act like rats
so much weed you wouldn't believe And I get more ass than a toilet seat Three to the one from the one to the three I met a bad bitch last night in the
the T into Thugs I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain The G into Game, Pop-Pop ? three in ya brain [Necro] I get impatient like a long bid - get
shower your mom block and move out with glocks [Memphis Bleek] Uhh, yeah, uh-huh, yo this for my G's Yo yo Aiyyo, this for my G's, hoes, gangstas,
a Plymouth It ain't no myth, it's a nigga with the spliff And a chrome four fifth pressed on ya back So what you want, nigga? How you wanna act? I hope
act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That's a real nigga for ya Chorus [Notorious B.I.G.] When we smoke spliffs, we pack four
word is bond, then, I attack like ninja hunter You rhyme soft like the other Hunter Heather Hunter, fake a gangbang fronter Capital D to the O-G-G Capital
