gay shit I'm straight off the slave ship, my style is ancient I'm rich and I'm famous, I'm on, I'm dangerous I came wit that language, it's mad, it'
a shot I had the number one Billboard spot Niggas stepped on my fingers and I climbed right back to the top I'm BIG, I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac This
DJ Paul, Juicy J productions Hypnotize Minds, shut da fuck up Let's do it nigga, pay attention Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back
Screw we ride candy paint nigga what about yo' crew got a piece and a chain, a watch and a ring ten thousand square foot home, plus a spot for my plane
Les fruits bien murs au gout de miel Ma vie, Aicha, si tu m'aimes J'irai ou ton souffle nous mene Dans les pays d'ivoire et d'ebene J'effacerai tes larmes
really get it You can catch me in that dickie or that 305 fitted I ain't worried bout a busta, I Ain't worried bout a hoe If a nigga try me than I'm
spit and you stop, I'm like a dog sprayer I stack paper like pancakes, I'm all layers Baskin N Robbin ass niggas I got all flavors I'm getting cocky like
We da best, we da best, we da best I'm so independent, but the radio play 'em Fuck 'em all night, and hit the streets in the a.m. A milli off top if
spot everyday Sip lots of cherry 'Ze in a hot chevy 'Le I know's a few niggas that plot to bury J Wanna scar my face put a shot in my derrier What you
Nigga, We's One Of The First In The Picture. Three Strikes Im A Fee From A Nigga, J, Mj Put Your Peace Sign In The Airr. Wanna Go To A Place Where They
give a shout out to the Public Enemy Y'all motherfuckers in the house And the niggas that's handelin' business, EPMD Yo I wanna say what's up to Uncle L, LL Cool J
deliver I hoppes out the bucket and I'm bleedin bad But fuck it don't sweat it cause I'm too damn mad Don't give a damn of who's in the line of fire
jars, sendin' two off for the chef Cause I melt them with medicine I'm perscription called death when ? [J-Bo] Oh there she go, old triflin' bitch Straight take a
a picture of the barkeep upon the main ceiling, Feels like a broken dream, I'm walking through a smoke machine and, In the corner seen a dope fiend, blowing a
alright with me ya Back in place, and I'm all up in your face With a rhyme that I embrace Like a mother to her child I'm kickin' it Jesus style To
brain Stayin? on track like I?m followin? a train And I?m grindin? like your teeth when you angry Go ahead cry yourself to sleep you a baby Just a bum