ve read any rights Baby I'm outlaw, painted up and packin' the bombs I stomp cracks in the streets and sound fire alarms Bitch run for your life, we keep
) Yo, take your style to the back, to the back of the bus We front seat drive, no one else stares but us Never the act of, I activate the jam That be my life Baby
me. She the sentential gift, worldwide, this be her era, Sounds like Beyonce, and look like Ciara. Swagger like Rocawear, yet dress like Latitude, Haha, baby may have attidude, but I?m one
ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby
Queensbridge, we gotta have unity (Chorus) (Nas) I put the name on the map after Marly and Shan Q.B. before the ROC had one jam Before the Death Row
know this is the remix Welcome to my hood, them boys will put you down on yo knees (woop, woop) that's the sound of the police in my hood [Ludacris:]
crowd, or some thunder All of that was out my window when I was younger [Talib Kweli] Seven-eighteen, to five-one-three We meet at two-one-five Reflection
of ways I'm catching vertigo from a girl that's so voluptuous Plus striking, damn near venomous And I'm liking the way you looking lady Somebody cooking the right meat and potatoes baby
what goes on Some don't like the way the J Beez carry on Whassup with you brother, yea you black The one with the red gold green applejack Baby Bam, I
some thunder All of that was out my window when I was younger [Talib Kweli] Seven-eighteen, to five-one-three We meet at two-one-five Reflection Eternal
, or some thunder All of that was out my window when I was younger [Talib Kweli] Seven-eighteen, to five-one-three We meet at two-one-five Reflection