this heart is true, it's true, it's true So tell me, tell me that I'm not all alone And everything's alright So tell me, tell me that I'm not all alone
me My last album sold a million copies Me and the Maestro, layin' the beat DJ scratches from my homeboy pete Dangerous music is what you hear A new L P, every year
(perfectly speaking) PERFECTION PERFECTION PERFECTION (p-p-p-perfect) PERFECTION (perfectly speaking) PERFECTION (p-pu-p-pu, 100 percent) PERFECTION (roll roll roll, c'mon c'mon c
life In the snow after the show, I had a fight wit' Phife Moves to a land to get away but back home Job was urkin' us, it sent me through a danger zone
Heather Head haze,purple pussy kills forever My mami's dedicated all year, she neva tell me no the most she say is not here and then uh I is for Isis mami a
to kill me ( u hard?) absolutely! they call me big bill murder all bitches; commin out tha woods with the 30 aught sixes. e mack'll hit a bitch with a
get me, and I flee with (? ? ? ). She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb, We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones. She telling me
's dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear polos I wonder if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota I wish some nigga gunned john gotti
life is so real, they dog me in and bring me home nine-trey Took the city on my own crime raid (N.Y.C.) Invadin clubs, with brazy bloods (tell 'em) Tell
grow up to be nuttin but a gangsta Or be there in jail or some other shaker But now he's grown up to be a surprise D-a-z got a hit record slangin world
'm sayin'? A.C.P we fixin' to rock this, we did it again, you know what I'm sayin'? Let me tell you a lil' somethin' real Around here a nigga tryina
is he from cali? is he from queens? do e ghost for P.Diddy can he write me a 16 Did he take 5 shots? Is he a blood or a crip? Ride through the CPT ma
'? H.C.P we fixin' to rock this, we did it again, you know what I'm sayin'? [Crunchy Blac] Let me tell you a lil' somethin' real Around here a nigga
Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prison And my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a billion Listen, Grand Hustle, best respect this vision My records sell about a
Ross all the crack Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a Ki A five minute sentence hearing and you're no longer free Forty percent of Americans own a
grow up to be nuttin but a gangsta Or be there in jail or some other shaker But now he's grown up to be a surprise D-A-Z got a hit record slangin world
here to keep me outta prison And my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a billion Listen; Grand Hustle, best respect this vision My records sell about a
have to kill me ( u hard?) absolutely! They call me big bill murder all bitches; Commin out tha woods with the 30 aught sixes. E mack'll hit a bitch with a
