my woman They keep away my loneliness My parents, they have their religion But sleep in separate houses I read the body count out of the paper And now it's
with eggs and bread jelly My hoes they rarely pop that p-ssy, They put off in my Pontiac on Pirellis '82 edition Spotters body squatting on sixes? Rather be counting
remix, I see you Dorrough Come on, come on, let's talk that shit niggas let's go I spit dope, boy, knowledge bird in my pocket There's too many hundreds
spot On the count of three drop ur body like its hot 1 young 2 you want to 3 young hovs a snake charmer Move ur body lika snake mama Make me wanna
nigga He's the seller If he gets any flier he's gonna need propellers This rap shit is his house In fact he's the cellar The underground is his sanctum boy He's
Housing In other words, bitch, I'm the resident from Homicide Housing Known for drug dealing, stack thousands Four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses
boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze Perfected find truth within self, let's
m back to drive you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets No if's, and's, or maybe's Errbody gather around from here to little Haiti Cuz it's Busta
ridin I done put a thousand miles on my body [Rick Ross Talking] Born to win Look around From the projects to the penthouse Our vision never changed, we self made Count
yesterday We already eating yall tryna make reservae We making movies while yall sit on couches pressing play Mmoney aint on your mind, what you thinking doesn't count
gonna do it like this Anytime you're ready, check it I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends You can't
ass One way in the past When I mash Let me hear you scream and hollar when ya see me Party people in the house can ya feel me It's Mr. Shadow and I'm
to win it Making my paper independent, got seven years in it Dope House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we finish Man it's a dirty game but yet I shine
you from, homey It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come on I be that, girl who straight pop from the N.Y. Doing my thing, all day, yeah, it's her
to Cypress Hill Cypress Hill took a pull lungs are full, who's next? I'm being passed to Das Efx As they took a mad pull, smoke blows in heaps It's really