You know, There's a lot of jealous guys in this town. Right between the eyes da spot was wise wanna test a nigga's size and it cost. Way before the rap shit. Verse Three: Jay-Z, Notorious B. G. Miracu-lous, pockets stay full. So much izzy, girls get dizzy. Nigga play against some playa shit, slugs gon fly. Nigga made America's Most.
Took me in the saloon and said, "Puffy, there you are". You the water in my life and I'm trapped in the desert. Life After Death Intro. I drop unexpectedly like bird shit. Renegades, if you die they still get paid. Number two: never let em know your next move. I hope you feel the same way too. Some use pipes, others use in-jec-tions. Niggaz in my faction so black askin questions.
Yo, if niggaz wanna act we can act. 98′ Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe. While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats. I let one lose, to show you I ain't the one Duke. Like that, like that *echoes*.
Bang this til you're bein old when you at home. The reason why I love you, you don't lik me cause my status. Bustin over, layin Elaine with the cane and the Rover. If its alright with you, we fuckin. If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger.
Beef is when I see you (I see you). And I didn't even bother to ask no further questions. Don't watch me, flip up your zipper. Every day I wake up. Walk through the mall, if you like you can grab. Fuck Domino's, strictly dice. You ain't shit anyway, fuck you. Smoke some nice sess in the West, y'all niggaz is a mess. Watch is platinum, got jet lag from. Lord can you help me get there?
Country house, tennis courts on horseback. Than 50 shots in his direction. If ya stick em' we buckin' em guns dats fucked up. Oh baby I've got a dependancy. M-A-dollar sign-E. Looking at me lyrics youtube. and if you ever out tryin' to find me, I think I should warn you, I get hard when I want to. We're talkin about the kind of pain that. Everybody gettin cream. Its a face that I seen before. Then I hit it from the back, then I yell whos shit is this.
Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster. Peep the scene, sorta like Sam Rosten. Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit. And I ain't, wettin no parts you can't touch with makeup. I ain't mad at ya'll. Tell you the whole truth, never half the story. Intro: Notorious B. Songtext: Mase – Lookin at Me. G. One, one two. You know, sparkin blunts to all you niggaz. Ya mad at me, too bad she ain't as bad as me. So when you talk to Mase better watch ya mouth son. After all this waitin' I can see clean through yo forehead.
Me and Biggie and the models be,? Tito smile everytime he see our faces. Written by: MASON BETHA, CHAD HUGO, PHARRELL WILLIAMS, PHARRELL L WILLIAMS. Scream his name out.
Think good thoughts, die while your skin start to glisten. I represent honies with money fly guys with gems. Bring this BS to an end. My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced em. So, it's only right you get the cold shoulder. Singing* I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee! Don't front the word sick. Their looking at me lyrics. And every current affiar. Don't make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat. Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks. She like the way the dope fold up, Rolls roll up. Far from a lover, my girl was jealous of her.
With a strap ready to boldly sin. Bitch keep yo shins up. Hard to cope with, all these niggaz and dope whips. Yo we don't stall we ball while you playin the wall. Take off that crown, you've been robbed. B is for the bitches, who can't understand. Hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-Class (ehehe). How much you really want it?