York nigga Uhh uhh yo-yo, uhh, yo They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at But where I'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter where I'm
ghetto And his mother cries Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto As the snow flies... As the
against the grain 'Cuz man, I see it, feel it, live it But it's inhumane for me to see you be influenced And pretend you ain't But they don't understand
's slow, He's gonna get bent. We stop the run, we stop the pass, I like to dump guys on their -. We love to play for the world's best fans, You better
attitude It's time to take off your cool If it make you wanna move, then move My niggaz get up on it, live bitches throw it back Ma, act like you
to Pittsburgh With they necks wrapped up no lie See that's what happens when slugs fly Doves cry when a thug dies It might rain if you're a love guy
It's all about the lyrics, it's not about the ego Quick to make a jam and slam sound like the pro that I am It's profound, like the kids from the underground
's Talk About It" [Jermaine Dupri] Uh huh, oh Oh, damn baby Shit........... How you get all that in them jeans? Nevermind that, you hear this? It's that
let's do it for the hood Where there's alotta homicides at Where killers ride at, and OG's reside at It's rugged son, I love it son I see it every day
I wouldn't want ya pity or ya sympathy Even if Marley never put me on 'The Symphony' But I gotta admit it I'm glad he did it It's considered the first
don't care And all that's there there is a-yeah honey, sympathy If you can't say you love me Then don't say you're sorry Please don't you pitty me If
people sweltered in the gym Then I heard someone whisper; "Hey, that's him" That's when the crowd let out this deafening sound It was the night Hank Williams
, make it rain, leave 'em wet What I got you can get it, pimp, tell what's the bid'ness pimp? Fresh cake, then make them flip, then be shoppin? on the
me huntin? for every fox And I need it lots, gots to give me it Gettin? off my rocks can I Can I just get a taste of it, It makes me crazy cravin? it
now I don't know what Tito's rollin' up I gotta roll it up myself I don't know what's in them dutch masters If you don't crush your own weed up And
it, ring it, rang it, ring it Ring my telephone, ring my telephone If it's major, hit me on my pager Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it Ring my telephone
in love Oh, night after night - oh it's crazy...ooh So many people who said, ooh Girl you've got nothing but time Oh you are a shining star Don't you
misery It's even worse for mouses He must be so lonely He must be so sad He goes to extremes To convince us he's bad He's really a victim of fear and