, I sense contagious And I see a face I can't contain this I can't contain this, no Yeah I'm just a kid But I can be tall I can be anything at all I
they spinning shit When I took trips OT, I never winning shit I just drop then cop, and then I tennis shit Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All About The Benjamins
s and I got myself a four The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly Rock the mic anywhere, and I ain't talkin '
in Dublin's and I got myself a four The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly Rock the mic anywhere, and I ain
s aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
yeah I can hear your heartbeat, you?re scared [x2] You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me They
Just) Bone and Biggie Biggie We gonna rock the party Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X) Rock the party, party Yes Bone and Biggie Biggie Betta run and
in the chamber! Drive-by's, homicide; shit! I gotta roll a dime! Every day I ran away, my life's one Columbine. And I'd like to see heads get [? ] So
Pot So I Could Spend My Bread [Chorus:] And I'm Getting It... I'm Getting It I Ain't Talkin About It I'm Living It I'm Getting It... Straight Getting
ya mouth mad cuz I, pop that Cris Go up in 3-10, and cop that six Then roll around with yo chiiick Some of yall niggas mad cuz I drop these hits Thug
roll With a hip hop star Bamboos on, pants down low I'm a rock star Baby let me know if you wanna ride with a Hip hop star I'm a rock star Do
HOP STAR I'M A ROCK STAR DO I BLOW YOU AWAY? DO I STIMULATE YOUR MIND WOULD YOU TASTED MY LOVE IF I KICK IT TIGHT I HAVE NONE TO WASTE WITH YOU I GUESS
Bone and Biggie Biggie We gonna rock the party Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X) Rock the party, party Yes Bone and Biggie Biggie Betta run and
you the math I rock a 7-and-a-half for my 7-and-a-half I be with Moses and Kane & Abel puttin in work I slap a nun, beat the reverend up, spit in his
, all you get in your ass capped And that's that [Chorus] [Verse 2] Magazines call me a rock star, bitches call me cock star Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star
My Bed And I'm Gone To My Bed, Right Behind Her Got A Couple Questions And That Pussy I Tend To Go And Find It And I Might Find Her If I Hit Her Right
I tell my niggas pick the target out, And then I quickly pick the target off Like volleyball, I'm a serve em, And being fake is pussy so nigga, I'm a
