the world to me, and i'll give everything. Choose the battles that you live and die for, it's time to make a start. Whatever it is that you have to fight for
asked him, "What you want nigga?" What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when you can't take no more? You gonna cry like a bitch
won?t fold ya?ll can hang it up, Bring me the Jury and the Judge watch me crank it up, Ya?ll know this real shit cost you can ring me up!
What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck You move you weave you bob you got stuck And now you're trippin with your fuckin brain You never seen
sport, you think long You think wrong, you got it goin' on, baby doll But I won't sing you no love song, you either love me Or you don't, you're either
a hood that I never been And every brother steps to me as a friend I love it, I love it And nothin' in my life will ever be above it We wanna see our
yeah, you know You my nigga, peace, to Biz Markie, yeah Boy, you know the biz, remember back on the bus When we had the bus an' was sharin' it biz? Yeah, I ain't forgot it, you
rap for brothers just like myself Dazed by the game in a quest for extreme wealth But I kick it to you hard and real One wrong move, and you caps peeled
Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you,
, now it's just for fun I had five cars, but now I got one Hard to keep up ballin' when you're on the run I got two kis in my trunk and a shovel Stepped
you niggas hate me Blew up in the 80's You can't be me motherfucker, you're broke and you're soft You can't see me motherfucker your focus is off I
coupe I call it Katy Perry Wiz Khalifa papers Smokin my favorite berry's F65 I call it Rihanna It got a red top but it's white like Madonna Made man, you
This ain't for Z100 'Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 100 This is for Hot 9-7 The shit for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in Nigga, this shit
for, me 'cept the year it is I think I have to send you a reminder, here it is Reminder, uh, reminder, uh I got it if you needed a reminder, uh Reminder
shit make you wanna throw up This is BigBoy Music, it should make me wanna grow-up Flows like syrup, it just make you wanna pour up And is it just me,
for pollyin World reknowned, thunder pound bound The shells bounce off the Wally moccasins You chessbox with a marksman, high states crossin Fuck the law man, it's arson, straight
it is Seems to me, it's as simple as this No matter, where you go, you're going to find You won't see me in front But you can't leave me behind Power
