my own name now Damn shit done changed now Runnin credit checks with no shame now I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more) Shit I'm the mayne now
: (feat. Candy Hill) [Tupac:] (What's Ya Phone Numba?) Now I Can Make Music For Ya Tempo It's Just A Mental Written For The Nymphos That's A Intro
city you'll find me Looking for trouble Right behind me My outlaw Niggas Down to die for me (Naw what I mean) I hit the scene Niggas ducking for my
shows to BET I'm approachin the podium Vouchers votin for me Cuz I keep it real wit 'em Everytime I deal wit 'em They bounced wit me from the start And I'm still wit 'em I
the music that we all know and love The music that we all enjoy the music you all accuse me of tryna destroy Let's rewind it to 89 when I was a boy on
way no one can rise above what's real That's why I'm feelin like you're makin me bugged I puff an El on fifty deuce while I walk in the rain Heart
I'm Stunna Junior, and that's all I know, that's all I ever knew Get money or get nuttin, knowhati'msayin? And I feel that way, forreal So hard I go,
Juvenile)] When I say I don't give a fuck I mean that yeah ?? brains is getting bust I didn't say that yeah If a shipment was comin in I need a ?? wodie
that look out for That's on the real I mean the real homeboy it's hard to come by now days Ya know what I'm saying That's real (Snoop Dogg) Joy and
my last breath blow out life whats left is death now I can go on or I can G or make a right whatever way that I turn its still death after life it dont
Then I start with some cash Let me get to Virginia (V-A) link up with Timbaland Now I'm bustin they ass Now they callin me The Incredible Man I'ma shit
nite (koopsta knicca) Tell me three 6 whose that bumpin that music Hypnotizin' koop I tell you who I'm bout to lose it Could it be that late night crew
wit the squad [T.I.:] T.I.P and P.S is fresher than new S-S's Triple doors and vogues shinin like some treasure chests I got a fetish I aint gettin in
I'm so-called supposed ta Most o' them would, but that couldn't be me, that's not my flava Go home and think about that, maybe later on I'll page ya..."
is all empty Minds filled with envy, love assassin me That's why they call me Lord, your title is type iffy Put this over your fit, I'm ready for violence
PD call her on the phone and Promise I'll leave her moanin' Now she zonin' Tellin' me she's all alone and Love the dark chocolate tone and Ahead of my time, I live what's
a simple touch make me loose it Girl, that's enough, stop moving Bump that, I pump that Girl bring it to me, pump that I want that, girl sing it wit me
