) [Verse 2:] Bitch you ain't right I know ya trifling ass was at the club last night Now how that look Bitch when you ain't put no money on the kid books
Showdown There you go Heading for a showdown I don't know Some things never change Do you feel it Is it more real Now the scenery's new Does the same
a league of my own just give me the word and then its on [Verse 2] Just give me the word, i get it poppin like new years give me a blunt squares and 2
day [Anything Muppet #1: I'll see you around.] [Bob: Okay.] (AM#1 leaves, bumped into AM#2 as he enters) [Anything Muppet #2: Hey, watch it.
squeezin all types of guns, what eva Mom's keeps cryin', but that's the life of thugs And that's the life i love, i'm addicted to it Street life, real
wanna be loved 2 the 9's (2 the 9's) For all time 2 the 9's, 2 the 9's, 2 the 9's 2 the 9's, 2 the 9's, 2 the 9's
on Story Book Thug- (stallion) man that has everything going on Hickey- Pocket full of money Phat rock in his ear- Large diamond ear ring Spankin' new
street and Destiny?s Child Had to replace Half Pint 'cause his parents wasn't down With lettin' him ride, we fasted adversity early Then God blessed us with LDB New
gamble, Peter Rose Momma taught me well, Kush and the L Paper everywhere like books just fell More money to make, More pussy to smell Like yea imma Libra like put that on a scale New
20 bucks n***a aha ha (whooo weee) man these n***as is so shook i had to get an alarm on my pen and insurance on my note book you little rappers is text book
narcs snatch you up, it shatter dreams, because they bag you and bag a fein, the judge threw the book at my man, we had a team, judges like throwin books
feel I was too interested, in keeping it real Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "carino," And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2
a feel I was too interested, in keeping it real Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "carino," And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2
Yes, I'm from New York (New York) And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York) (And this is how we do) [Verse 2
world but it still spins Ya can't do nothin' about it but try to live in it You can't live too large or live too small It's a fix, but 2-2-6 gone still
homie head in that Brook-lyn bar Man I'm somewhere in between a crook and a star Had some more bars but I left my rap book in the car (yo yo yo yo yo
Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky Got the whole world callin Flex tryin to transtate me Said New Jack City 2, Banky
't like you These fakers saying that they real. but I see right through The old me, that was the realest person I knew The new me probably the realest