hold off me I'm livin' life now that I'm free, yeah Told me get my shit together Now I got my shit together, yeah Now I made it through the weather Better days are gonna get
, I just wanna be successful Drizzy, ah yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel you They be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar I get it, I live it, to me there
if she can't get that dress on Oscar de La Renta, they wouldn't rent her, they couldn't take the shame Snatched the dress off her back and told her get
You be at the games looking right all season But you always with me on the night y'all leaving Ass low, ass low, I always request you You go get fucked
back But I just can't remember it all What am I doing? What am I doing? Oh yeah, that's right, I'm doin' me, I'm doin' me I'm living life right now,
to the shallow end You won't see me drown when I sink or swim Sink or swim Don't spell this out in tears, don't play those games Or say these names and live
you can get it from here Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah) Get us some gear to get us in here Waited years to get a premier and
you? Game is magnet, to everything platinum with my name attached, can you all do that? Think one thing when you read my name That Puff nigga, the game
let me blow for my niggaz Runnin' round, get down like motherfuckin' gorillas Shorty bop, the Wolop in the spot with the dollop Pot full of acid, I got the game
street and Lenox The old folks, their souls are cold like tenants Tryin' to keep your weight up, better eat that spinach For four twenty five, niggaz lives get
. Nets, private jets Millionaire heir to Antigua, with Ananda, the MTV diva Nas, how do we survive all this mess? (I didn't survive) East vs. West the rap game
I get money and run with the richest men Knockin' at ya door it's Curry again Been down since the jump off begin You know who I am Don't get it all twisted up Get
one right now But fuck that there shit, spit that hydro ghetto, shit That's that shit right here, whom shall I fear Throw your guns in the air Socialize, get
Sucka, you heard what I said If you don't wanna get dead No, it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the gorilla The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live
house for the '95 Big shout out to my man Mel Smith My man Don Cee San in' the house What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo? Sick of mama screaming that, "Get
and BIG meet again, yeah Curry going, hit again Dreams your living in This what you coulda been Every city foot scene gets scrilla with 'em Kid shortchange the dealer The game
get fold up Body get ripped up, and then sewed up Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz is growed up We don't play games, get on the stand, and say names
me (yeah, I see you) The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go) Truly yours, Frank White [Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P. Diddy We got the real live