busy, born to get busy baby Born to get busy, born to get busy baby B-B-Busy As I stroll the ever ways of the Buddha masters As I smoke my joint I feel one
? Livin life under the scope Tryin to hang with the leader, let me give you a rope All them Mexicali niggas always lookin for hope After one turns, bitch
We understand all of the officers In the Central Division have been ordered to wear Their helmets and basically to get into riot gear Ok, we have, uh,
chopping blocks (Ahh) And even if they escaped and they got the cops The ladies would all be so afraid, they would drop the charge 'Til one night Mrs
to even listen to me to get me to this point I'd like to thank Jimmy Iovine, Interscope, Aftermath, everybody in the whole Shady staff everybody whose basically supported me from day one
my mind is racing And I could give a fuck what category you place me Long as when I'm pushin' up daisies and gone As long as you place me amongst one
don't even be tickin' This my first pair of earrings I can wear in a shower Without 'em cloudin' up in a half an hour So that, basically mean my paper gettin' mean Basically
love The chiming church bells rode the breeze Love was new Time has a way of obscuring our memories And good times are hard to recall Basic survival
[Verse 1] My man Shawn from around the way son been down from day one Never been known for mistakes but was bound to make one Her name was Nina See he
And should you put your trust in some Prophet in life Give him trust but your faith must stay With the one Who gave the ultimate sacrifice for... All for one, one
gettin' this paper Nineteen years a closet full of gators Platinumed out chain begets around my charm One hundred fifty shots, shots four five caliber drum Got 4 spots, one for the money, one
to go, still nowhere to go Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide 'Cuz I rep that, till I fuckin' die One neck, two chains, one waist, two gats One
go, still nowhere to go Aye yo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide 'Cause I rep that till I fuckin' die One neck, two chains, one waist, two gats One
pre-crack era Mr Schollmen, what a prick Attitude matches wardrobe, uglier than sin This is Bed-Stuy '82 Ninth floor, three tiny rooms, one view Buck
skin like we banana peelers, it's hazardous if you copy Don't you know that I'm one of the coldest courageous, the boldest contagious Ain't no one can
featuring Juan Royce Da 5'9" [Chorus] I'm blow, bout to do it after I make One of ya favorite rappers buckle, basically outdo em like smack Bout to
basic Ebonics if you're hooked on chronic and you can taste it Trace it, recognize the real when ya face it Ball up in the club gettin white boy wasted One
Timb And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him Shit big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure Number one