t compromise our ideas. No one ever said life would be easy. We're trapped. They make us think that we have to submit to survive. We won't give up. We
have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the AM
will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In
I got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row 16 on Death Row It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries 16 on Death Row
Cent] We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho' We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? We movin on
(Damn) Niggas learn the hard way shoulda stayed at home Got ah couple million on this uh huh Got ah couple milion on that (that's right) Got ah couple million on everything we
heard the news, ya run up, ya could get dead, oh Uh-huh, hey, we murder muthafuckas in a deadly way - fully automatic when we let 'em lay "Aw shit! Get
be there. [Bizzy:] When I heard the word it at Kerm's, Shorty said, "Oh, my Lord," layin' on the curb on a hundred and twenty-third, bled, dead to the
news ya run up ya could get dead Oh, uh-huh, hey we murder motherfuckers in a daily way Fully automatic when we let 'em lay Oh shit get down Leatherface
back Turn around quick Oh shit! You started blasting, grazed me on the hip Lord Have Mercy dumped five on a nigga Suck his whole shit, his whole crew busting Shit
When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play there For all the soldiers, moneyfolders, you're on my shoulders You can't hold us back I'm spitting out boulders
blowing on my Bagpipes from baghdad Somebody turn the vacancy sign on Cause I'm gone Blowing on my Bagpipes from baghdad I run the streets and act like a mad man holding
turbo boost We can fly over the border "Let's go" [WOOSH!] So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin' speed [BOOSH!] (What was that? Oh) Jermaine Dupri
ain't nothing new Her moms used to babysit me back when we was two We'd go to the playground and to the skating rink And we'd go under the bleachers
t get shit But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock We got good stock and size does matter bitch, that's why we slang good cock Back the thirty
up the dead You sound a little naive in them articles that I read [Hook] (x2) H, O V A The Blueprint 2 baby, on the way H, O V A I got my mojo back baby, oh
around (we are true!) Gather around (get the troopers) And they say this shit here is underground but I know that we are over ground (We gon' get this
, it's evil all around Now, here we are, praise God, don't hold us down Praise God, don't hold us down Praise God, don't hold us down If you got to
