Texty:
Company B My Right Hand Man

I don't really get it I give much of the credit - I'm indebted to my right-hand man, To my right-hand man. My right-hand man's a charmer, the smoothest

But I don't really get it I give much of the credit - I'm indebted to my right-hand man, To my right-hand man. My right-hand man's a charmer, the smoothest

hands in Brookland Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin' bastard Cryin', know my

Puff Daddy- Ladies and gentleman (Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time) One-two, this thing on right here (We ain't gonna stop)

inside my hand So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent So I dig deeper but still comin' up with lint So I start my mission, leave my residence

runnin like puff when he ran through my block got the hand on my glock one shot put ya man in the box with the rams in the rock if ya man want to cock

gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just

inside my hand So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent So I dig deeper but still comin' up with lint So I start my mission, leave my residence

live long, learn self-control" I drew my 45 and shot the bastard right between the eyes They sentenced me to fourty years, but I didn't care My record company