walk before we run (walk before we run) Takin' it slow is half the fun (take it slow) Because this feeling's just begun (ohh) Baby let's walk before we
crew starving cause he ain't the whole cake, nigga He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired
crew starving cuz he ain't the whole cake, nigga He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of
Don't let Makavelli fool you homey thuggin it costs Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we lost You ain't gotta wait for the album I don't
here right now that I didn't know last year Who the f-ck are y'all I swear it feels like the last few nights we've been everywhere and back But I just
t been to war I don't listen to anyone if they ain't been poor I ain't ever going back to where I been before And I ain't going fucking back to lose,
Rising to the top" "Number one" [Intro - Nelly] {*w/ ad-libs*} Oh let's go! Derrty ENT! Nigga, we all we got, aye We all we got! Ok! Can you hear me!?... [
east side niggas We teach y'all niggas bout this murder shit We got Tray Deee, Goldie Loc, Hav and P Kokane, wit my nigga Snoop D-O-G-G {Tray Deee}
on niggaz, don't make me have to call my killers Staff on niggaz, get bloodbaths for all you niggaz Yo, I ain't tryna talk shit straight up I walk this
clapped shit'll fuckin scare ya But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin em Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like fuckin helium Fake niggaz, they don't
as you go to step in 'em (BROOM) you know how we do it when we do how we do it when we come through G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie we all move like assasins ski
front of the belly Prestigious moves, we killin 'em, hoes we drillin 'em We like George Foreman out in the streets, we grillin 'em In the van, .45's and
a hip-hop artist Before the diamond in the Billboard, the hood charted it Surburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it Cuz in the PJ's we
: (feat. M.O.P.) [Chorus: Young Buck] Shots rang out, if you ain't got a gun If you don't want none Then that ass better run You can get hit In the
See, pop, pop let 'em drop Mo' Thug, them niggas is nothing but killas We creeping, we needing mo' money We sick and we cold and we hungry (Huh) I'm
if I don't I'ma knock on the glass of your 600 None of y'all want it and I don't mean track and field When I ask you to run it, I'm nice as fuck I love
blind blindfolded without walkin' with sticks As dark as it gets, you slept in the Bricks Now you lose like every year, you betin' the Knicks We walk
