gettin' money, know what I'm eye'n Shiesty again, no where without iron Seems like my school life self destroyed Fuck gettin' a job, B.I.G. self employed
you under your face with single-edged razors Cold street intelligence, O.G.'s and Rebel Men Grip quick, cock squeeze and Level Men to settle it From L.A. to B.K., from B
natural that we would take the torch and run wit it Be serious, but still have a little fun wit it MJG, from a town that runs real deep Ask B.B. King
the thugs an' the broads with the G string drawers Up in here straight break it all off Where the big dawgs at? What city or set ya claim? Fame, X.O
p go get the four door [mystikal] A-i-n-t-n-o-l-i-m-i-t Nigga, we b-o-u-t-i-t-b-o-u-t-i-t Fonzarelli, gimme the mike Let me get in they ass And with
C'mon, C'mon C'mon, C'mon Lil' Jon, C'mon, C'mon [Lil' Jon] M.O.P MOTHERFUCKERS! Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz Bitch! [Chorus x2] [M.O.P (Lil' Jon)] (My Nigga
my niggas that's deep in the game Get yo shine on and stay close to your heat And get down to the sounds of the M-O-B x2 Now unwrap the bricks and chop
who fall victim to the flows, RBL knows, my turf niggaz throw up yo "O's", if you got game, then hustle an struggle to bring the spot fame, not to name
mad, we the real number oners Rollin' like big, Thugline nothin' but runners Trouble Boss, a double cross A nigga named Krray they good as dead From the B-O
, that's what's up High beams in the bracelets, that's what's up Electric diamonds, baby, that's what's up Aiyo, I pull up in some big shit, poppin' B
the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole Cranium overload, overthrowed Now we got seven more points on the board, fa sho B I G B O I, me
K: Huh! And we do it like huh!!! B: They should know K: Oh! B: That's right!!! K: Yeah, ok, a yagga yagga yagga yagga yo yo!!! B: Lord have mercy [Kardinal
Boom!) Right before your eyes, forget about the dividends I just want to say I remember when [B.o.B.:] Well, it's B to the O, O to the B You know it'
life Or join the underground It's crips, it's bloods It's pimped out S.U.V.'s It's court, prime time Those lawyer S.O.B.'s It's X, It's crack It's glass
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O... This the remix, Figadoh, bitch! [Chorus] [Lil' Fame] (Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh! Bring bitch out
glock in yo' mutherfuckin' mouth Tell Haley it ain't safe no more (nah) Daddy better watch yo' back at the candystore We Fucked up, resort to plan B
Ooh-in, yeah F O X nigga, Made Men, it's official gangsta' shit Trackmasters, that's right, what you know about this? B.K., yeah, woo While you hoes