get your shovel And we'll dig a deep hole To bury the castle, bury the castle So one day he found her crying Coiled up on the dirty ground Her prince
:] Uh huh, yo yo I need all the dudes in the club get ya money out Stop, now let me see your booty drop [Keri Hilson:] If you think your impressin' us
got in common Man you kno We two young niggas We done made a lot of money you kno We gon see mo money (We gon see mo money) Ha But a We got one thing
, make it, do it, makes us Harder, better, faster, stronger (Work it harder, make it better) N-n-now that that don't kill me (Do it faster, makes us
to come round Just gimme the living room beat to the TV sound My hard earned dough goes in bills and the larder And that Prince Philip tells us we gotta
we going from here? So you ridin' wit us so good luck You could be with this or that Yea, so there you have it Eat your fucking heart out on this one
king the one who walk [Incomprehensible] Jon You know I've got the style When I go into a party make the girls go wild Danny D The prince! Make no mistake
s interior gator I call em' Now and Later 'cuz they candy flavored You see I drive one now and drive the other one later Shit, it's the new Fresh Prince
to the state morgue Swarmin' informers like cops at drug corners Feds got the bugs on us, tryin' to lay the law on us They want us in jails with bails
ten cars behind us Order a steak, a glass of OJ to breakfast Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave The night is young, I'm likin' son Either he don't have one
most of us cant vote Because they got cases that cant close So much money involved bro you cant fold There's so many whips behind us I don't know if
your skin No more private property It would not be allowed No one could rise too high No one
what?s happenin? [Verse One: Obie Trice] The flows eccentric O is back with a mouth full of inventions To hold my fans ?Til the next album comes, like my second one
all my niggas paper chasing I pray for your patience-please- Just keep the faith that you gon' make it one day you'll be cake'n Taking this shit one
Have Sum'n To Say Boss The Fuck Up Butcher Knives Done Died Trying To Be As Sharp As Us Talking Bout You On Yo Way See Them Niggas Downstairs 'Fore You Talk To Us
the rhymes are clever Me trade this beat? No, I will never, huh It gets funky at switch of a lever Some beats are great, this beat is greater And some are straight, this one
Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store Don't be comparin us to rappers Compare us to the
Don't let your spot get hot, you gon' end up gettin popped So when I'm in the drop I'm strapped with my thumb cocked Only gon' take one shot, leave