Soon as everybody know that I'm gone (One last time) 'Cause I made it mama, your son he's a success Now you ain't got no reason to stress (Lay it all
m talkin' to you nigga Bounce in the 6-4 throwin' up west side man Sell another five million albums, yes I am Fresh like damn dis nigga did it again A hundred
[Chorus - R. City] We come from a city where the young die So why don't we get to use and put'cha guns high About to lose that's the reason why we must
Forever Forever, yeah yeah Listen, I been coppin' them pieces Maybe that's part of the reason I feel like a boxer, bobbin' and weavin' But I'm gettin
[Intro: Cam'Ron] Ok First off, you a bitch nigga Only reason I'm doin this I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty First - you stole Roc
block Fast ass wad full of ones in my pocket With a hundred dollar bill wrapped on top Thirty two shot extended clip to keep it trill when I pop Durin
a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills We throwing paper planes Riding through the N.O. Red Marc Jacob frames We disappear like David Blaine And pop
I said a 30 miles an hour down the highway rollin' An a thousand thoughts a second but a hundred's all we know 30 kinds of liquor Lord and 20 kinds of beer 15 funky reasons
us if you stop my cream Is a glock nineteen and I'ma pop like steam Trying to stop me and mine from eating you need a doctor With a hundred gauze pads
, twirling the kush Prime time, nigga, roll with the circle of crooks Break bread with my G's, they be serving it good What's the time, what's the reason
in my Stetson, chrome plated Wesson We ain't got no time for excuses and reasons Bringin' nuttin' but butta in all four seasons Wanna blow my nose when I'm sneezin', wit' hundred
don't stop until the break of dawn Singin' on n' n' on n' on on n' on Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie Pop da pop pop ya don't
of my success I can blame 'em Trust me In my word to The street I'm servin' Up heat The reason these haters all love me [Verse 1: Nasty Boi] The reasons
' ass in line And have my mutherfuckin' cash on time Don't forget who you call when them niggas drink pistol whip Tied you up and didn't even reason
the renegade Nigga tried to go pop, and plus they minute made My lieutenant sprayed your brigade, and trampled your flow Big P, the reason MC's canceled