f-ck that and thats just common sense what the [Pusha T] Came in the game, 8 years prior 8 years later, your mans on fire My Book of Eli, to all my subscribers
rock too strong The short-winded say I rhyme to long So niggas told me, "Please let me go to the peasant" No, let me stop, chow, baby [Common] Baby, baby, baby! Kids call me
, 24/7 We Blowin That Smoke. Got Them Goonz Holdin Dat Scope. On Patrol. H2 Hummer, With The 8's Sitten Tall, Me And My Niggaz We Gotta Ball, Made It
I got my mind on my hustle, I'm tryna make it to the top So I put in work and stack at night, determination is all I got On the grind I scheme and plot
symbolize I go hard, Navy on navy Camaro I did it all for the Yankees, Did it all for New York and this love no need to thank me, Millz [Verse 3 - Tyga
No Ceilings.. O-o-ok, I got this chrome on this Bugatti I'm strong in this Bugatti Two V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti Bitch
, couple hundred boots, getting fuckin' loop My top down, I'm flashing on 'em I'm passing all 'em, pullover and hit the hazards on 'em The ratchets on
Blam] This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up If you on top getting hella guap stand up If you on
I can't wait to get it on, I can't wait to get it on I can't wait to get it on, I can't wait to get it on I can't wait to get it on, I can't wait to
s Boys screamin' for mama from the drama My hunger for hip-hop got my gun up Yo 8Ball, hit the marijuana Yeah, yeah, 8Ball blazin' the hay And hella
this mic like Pryor Burn baby burn baby burn, like Andre Rison house on fire Follow me forth, follow me back Shaq's Illegal, watch me Get Busy on this
you call the cops Y'all niggaz never gave me all my props I don't give a fuck if I ball or not I'll get a motherfuckin' baller popped Before a nigga
got the worldwide cell to check the email Plus 41K plan in ATL l got 8 females I see em' all from 8 to 12 The only player who can ball without his ACL
Poor niggaz be eating pork, rich niggaz be eating steak I'ma get me a Porterhouse, nigga, you just wait Couldn't step on my toes if you was standing 6' 8
let you push me Can I live, no one man can stop me Can I live, no front-line can block me Can I live, it's enough base for all of us Can I live, without
into angels Shoot ya in your halo, shoot you like halo New Orleans A-hole, Flee-o, Fuego All about my bread like bagels, they know I'm raw like Qualo, ball
from? Grab the mic, spit one, let me hit that b*** Pimp-C, 8-Ball and MJG Keep spittin' that P to the I M P Bun-B, that's Texas, baby Ball and G, that
it was the pimp in me (pimp in me) In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E) A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me Every night, sold