matters? Picture all the money that I've gotten of tours Now picture me plotting for more, picture this, nigga Do you like it? Wanna do the things that I
ya I find a girl, I'ma keep her 'Cause now I'm gettin' money and the game gettin' deeper I want some real shit I need somebody I can chill with I need somebody I can build with I
you And I've been tryin' to hide it But it's written all over my face So I, I really thought you were the one, the only one I guess that I was wrong
make me feel like you And every day I wake up, I feel brand new I live for you and I'll die for you too I love you girl I've been thinkin', times is
like that Niggaz get fried like that And you don't wanna die like that Have your momma cryin like that Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin like that
sloppy You know that I'm eight levels above you nigga I'll plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga (what y'all gonna do now?) I'm the wrong
uh huh) V.I.P., B.I.G. here we are (that's right) Bad Boy maxim with all of our splendor Got some real shit for all y'all pretenders Harlem heartthrob
all niggas on it y'all know how to keep a secret When I get money you know I like to keep it How I get money niggas you try to peep it Flipmode be
.. that we all know so well, And I'm so lucky that I found her, oh. Its like a fairy tale.. that we all know so well, And I'm so lucky that I found
something on some of this realest sh-t something, something yeah. thats my b-tch thats my bitch sh-shorty right there thats my bitch thats my bitch [Chorus - Elly Jackson] I?ve
I've got to hang out all my hang-ups Because of the boogie I feel so hell bent, hey, hey It's just an instant gut reaction, that I got I know I never
the thing that's fair They got to justify for what I should be giving Should I lie, should I steal or should I care Cos now I've got to scam
look all that tough I ain't as good as I once was But I'm as good once as I ever was" I used to be hell on wheels Back when I was a younger man Now my
I wanted They're callin' on my job, I'm gettin' letters in the mail The haters in the hood all hopin' that I fail My pocket's on slim fast, tank on empty Used