She looks in the mirror, and the seas are swell. A loser nation makes her starve herself. The house is on fire, she threw dishes in the street. Her body
listen to a young man that's on fiiya You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Fabolous
if you be my, B-A-B-Y I can be why you always be fly And I'm from B-Stuy, just like B.I?G. was, that's how F-A-B does We can sip something 'til we both
: [Intro: Fabolous] Now I Dont Kno What Life Whould B In H.I.P- H.O.P Wit Out The Boy F.A.B Not Only N.Y.C Im Hip-Hop's Flava Fuck! Out Ma Way Plz Do
for a pre...nup Now ask your self this question, uh Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't CEO Would you be with F-A-B-O, if he drove an EO Would you ride
's clear Just some busta a*s bastards allergic to cash this year Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B Killin bustaz is my motherf**kin job, him or me Lyrically fatally driven
Cent] F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P Were internationaly known and locally respected Boy i know you done heard about me [50 Cent] F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N
: (with Bun B) [Bun B - Verse 1] Now when it come to making money I'm a printing press When it come to being Trill I'm a litmus test I run it like a
little partial, but here's the brain f-ck We the same cuz I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck While I attempt to f-ck the f-cking game up
, yo Nigga please, y'all ain't seein no checks like these (no) Y'all don't run up in record labels demandin respect like we Y'all don't rock your Roc-
(uh-huh) I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters (uh-huh) and niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas Take that witcha.. [Notorious B.I.G.] ..
you got SARS.. [Lil Jon] STOP! IT'S THA MUTHAFUCKIN' REMIX!! [beat changes to Lil Jon's version] [Farnsworth Bentley] B-E-N-T-L-E-Y Yee ain't know,
me relish in a moment n-gga Now bring that mutha f-cker back cause I'm zonin n-gga I go hard like Rafael Nadal And if the b-tches were havin it, I bet
's driving the five double O Like Yipi-Yi Yipi-Yo, yeah When I talk smack y'all better skip back Like here we go, cause the b**** don't play {Mariah}
top of the cover Money on the dresser, drive a compressor Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser trash like the f**k for 40 dollars in the club f
keg no greek frat letters. Bumpin' skinny pimp, Petty and Eddy Vetter. Ain't no Eddy Bower, no scary cowards you better check tha Y E L A W O L F. Buddy
, in the place to be My name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do
you done f***** up your re-up At the dice game who told you put a G up? Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right But when I come around y'all