Letras:
Who Little Billy

to Billy's care Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha Little Billy doesn't mind Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha Little Billy's doin' fine

1:] Me and my niggas talkin' shit at the pool table Wanna know who sat these nerds at the cool table? Who let these unimportant hoes in the VIP? Who let these little

your gangsta ass, dead and your gone Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your horn [horn noise] You (YOU) know (KNOW), who (WHO) be Keepin

little boy Or 50's little bitch The rotten apple, or the protoge of a snitch The protoge of a bitch Niga softer than the Tabo kick You billy blanks on

cried, she cried for none other than her little boy lost in our little world that hated and that dared to drag him down. Her little boy courageous who

for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion [Chorus: J. Phoenix + (Nas)] Every corner, every city There's a place where life's a little easy Little

show me how to ball Man they tryin to buy some Gucci, I'm tryin to buy the mall (Oh yeah!) I ain't came to get a little bit I'm tryin to get it all My

: Johnny works in a factory and Billy works downtown Terry works in a rock and roll band Lookin' for that million-dollar sound I got a little job down

a wreckin' a crew I'm like Billy White when he's in Tangiers I'm out on the sole surviving with my Beatnik peers Analog reel and a little distortion Smokin