taken Blame it all on me How long Will I be unforgiven? How long will it be? How long 'Til a heart becomes unbroken? It's all that matters to me How long
day I don't sleep no I don't even know what I got sheets for Them pillow cases and bed frames oh nah take that, don't need those So high I don't get
o.B] Well I'm a quit this crazy scene Cause being famous ain't all what they make it to be But back then y'all this was my favorite dream But now, I wouldn't
Well I'm a quit this crazy scene Cause being famous ain't all what they make it to be But back then y'all this was my favorite dream But now, I wouldn't
things ain't the same I said things ain't the same (nah) No, things ain't the same (nah) And I know I ain't changed [Fabolous] Yo, I make the money,
by side in I.C.U (everybody lose) Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate [Joe Budden
ain't gotta say much Show me the money and the cheddar'll speak If it ain't involvin bread, I ain't with it I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin
it's my destiny y'all Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe y'all You can't name another cat that can mess with me y'all At the shows all the hoes be molesting
We do it, you read about it Leave 'em don't speak about it We live it, you dream about it How could you even doubt it Couldn't get a quarter round here
Am I high? Fa sho How we count dough? We count commas.. Yall niggas count 0's Come to VIP nigga we can count hos... Don't forget the candy pan sittin
't buzz Pull up in the drop top off where she was And later on tonight I'm forget who she was Pimpin ain't easy not pimpin' ain't Weezy Got too many bloods
it [T.I.] Everybody wanna be the king of the south when they ain't runnin the damn thing with they mouth no doubt, it's all good, y'all just stay in
by the arm, cause she stare Don't know how much atten-tion you pay You better be ready to die, in this game [The Game] I thought I told y'all I'm done
XL Hopped of the page and on the skateboard with Pharrell I knew she (wouldn't get far) 'Cause five hundred dollars can't get you that (far) How you
Mess When The 44 Hits Ya Brains Send A Lil Homie Get Ya Chain M.O.B. Yeah Fuck The Clique Ya Claim From N.Y.C. To C.P.T. This L.B.C. [The Game:] L.
: Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, Sean T beats We feedin the underground with this Yay Area tycoon shit For my nigga JT Fig', y'all know where
this is where I see me in this game Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew
ahead of the rest of y'all Why I gotta keep a vest for y'all Though I made it dog I still stress for y'all Funny how my folks think rap money stretch
