you, Drizzy still ain't nothing nice Bracelet saying you should quit, cars saying fuck ya life Okay now we outta here, tootles to you bitches And if you
another (And another) (Take it all, you need me) Keep going, is you wit it? You ain't got shit to say less you did it You ain't never came from nothin
while werent fun at all it got deep and procided to change, i needed you and you needed the space what a waste. where do we go, where do we go, where
at it all Know from down there to ya'll it seem like I got it all Homie I ain't get enough, I'm still trying to triple up So all we got is street cred
got love for the streets, it's the D R E It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner
time we go out on the town, we get around our friends? Man, you're always talking about what you got, huh, Went out and bought for you, How much money
wants to admit it or not You can read it in the paper, read it on the wall Hear it on the wind if you?re listening at all Get out of that limo, look
on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish At the fever (C) Stop That Train It's 4:00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale I've got nothing to lose
masters Rich ass nigga I got all my masters Bitch ass nigga I ain?t got no masters Rich ass nigga As you recall you know I love to show off But you
you're pussy, then motherfucker get in where you fit in As I walk around the streets Son I got mad beef, I'ma blast you before you blast me That's my
like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got
// Your competency is not up to speed, you?re not in my league // You couldn?t possibly be hotter than me // Or oppositely at minus twenty-five degrees // You
a sap I was [Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth! You promised you'd stay... [Amos Hart] What're you talking about? You've been setting
We're flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing
hoes & what you call the slums, I call home (I'm home) The funerals, the tears, little girls with kids The murals of the friends that we lost through the years (we miss you) Kids can't learn 'cause school is overcrowded But they got
you shouting me out on your records Whether you try to come at me on your records, or whether you just you know...? You know... you know how you dick
got it all Homie I ain't get enough I'm still trying to triple up So all we got is street cred and akoo building up Say I'm doing too much shit I say