to ride or die Since bullets don't die, oz can you tell me how he died Stay ahead of your game, young star, grow eyes Stay away from them haters, also 1
time *ah two* uh uhm Three time *uh uh* uh uhm *freaky* four times *freaky* Ms. Jade [Verse 1 - Ms. Jade (Ms. Jade singing)] Ain't no other girl girl
to spittin heat on tracks i treat you like you wanna treated cant be defeated ya haters gotta ack the mike can beat richie rich the number one pick
is a will there is a way. Traveling city to city, state to state. Non stop shows, interviews all over the globe. I am Miami. Magazine covers, gossips number 1
feel me! [Verse 3 - AZ] Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my chain It's only real, certain niggaz mention my name Some relate, others stay numb
to get your shine on mane Pull the candy out on them boys Holler at them Thug Thugga! [Verse 1 - Slim Thug] I'm taking off down the runway, broad day Sunday Haters
be no shit I post up get to it, drink hand in hand They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cuz that's my right hand man Old school straight foolish like no other
dont talk to God as a matter of fact I plead with At times I hate my reflection and others I?m conceited half the time I?m arrogant other times I?m vengeful
Everyday i Get Greater That Means Everyday i Get Another Damn Hater Tryna Count My Money You Gone Need A Calculator Cause Im Putting Up Numbers Like iPlay
other bitch and we doin' like this, this five some thing And whatever 'n' y'all over there talking bout killing motherfuckers} {Wayne, what is your mama's number
this hoe no play Tellin' me I think my shit don't stink 'Cuz I got a Benz, a Hummer, a Lexus And a penthouse that say, "Hoe hater" With tattoos with number 1
call somebody it's like i got ya number from your people, some people, but i was like well i didn't give you my number so you shouldn't call my phone.. Hold on 1
to roll up to this club 'Bout to step off in this club 'Bout to get bent in this club 'Bout to get wild in this club [2x] [Verse 1 - R. Kelly] Now Im
dass er irgendwas weiss [VERSE 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Niggas'll leave your brains number than veins In the streets where pumpers can preach caine In numbers
really really want to know the 4 1 1 Is it 'cause that my game's tight I can scoop a bitch and fuck her on the same night And I'm, sick of them haters
for my haters, Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah Hey, this is a song for my haters, Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah [Verse 1