you taste better than you look) (Sexy a#) (You know it's bout time you get wit a boss baby Rick Ross, J. Holiday) (It's two of the finest, two of the
Jesus, You've been good to me When it all stops, my life goes on for sure Mr. Shakur and blessed with Your presence Your essence remains pure I never made it
m for the shottie in the jacket For the brother he's a nigga when he packs it So get your butt out the sling, I stung Muhammad float a note That means
Plug one-of-a-kind, for you people's delight And for you sucker MC's, step to your knees Ain't no second thoughts and all your thoughts are from Orion
holiday [styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell [j:] holiday [s:] and I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell [j:] holiday [s
Waaaay back Yo Yo As it goes a little something like this Verse One: Yo it's the K to the J, J to the five five to the two, it's time to get live party
I`m your number one, [Your number one] Your number one, [number one] I`m your number, fan [Ohhh Baby] Your number one, Oooo Your number one, [I`m your number one] I`m your
you to Sizzler to go eat after awhile I'll make 'em stop trippin', don't even trip baby it's all good I'm feelin' good, everything hooked up right Before it's
against the kid [Chorus] [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Whoa, I mean, the burner's in the air (is that what you want?) Like J. Holiday I'll put you permanently there It's
it's on, you ain't gone need ya belt Or your pants or your drawers, then we hit the rewind Just don't give it up in the meantime [Chorus] [Verse 3: J
ain't, tolerating no losses And no excuses, cause this world is so shife Street game forever, and it's like that for life, nigga (Chorus) Will I ever see the stage again Radio D.J.s
control it Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh Man it's
oddest I'm staying honest I'm bout to make it famous So you can take that J.O.B. and You can shove it up your anus. I ain't never understood how the
it in your face I'm a put it in your braids Way I make it pop A peak put me in his favs Make it rain It's a 10, 000 dollar day Pop it like champagne
book and the broom It's time for a holiday Life is a cabaret of charm, come to the cabaret Come taste the wine, come hear the band Come blow your horn
like that It drives me crazy (so crazy) That look in your eyes girl It's just so sexy (so sexy) Close your eyes, let it slide Baby it's about to go down
people on the front lines People, my people are dyin' And we see it all the time Don't know where our future would be If he's not here, how do we stay
a cabaret old chum So come to the cabaret Come taste the wine, come hear that band Yes, it's time for celebratin' Right this way, your table's waitin