bitch y'all broads is ancient I'll bank your whole shit top draft pick like I'm the prince Nasheem of this shit Come test me and leave with your vest
little Limp Bizkit bastards And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie You 36 year old baldheaded fag, blow me You don't know me, you're too old, let go It
Why would you question who's better? The world is still mine, tattoos real With "God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap You saw me in belly with
enemy lines So I got mine, I hope you ("got yourself a gun") You from the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun" You want beef I hope
, rappers do Ask any politician and he'll tell you it's true It's a fact, music makes you violent Like Michael Jackson telling little Timmy to be silent You
cakes for the council's war machine And we're digging up the roads And widening it just so You can suffocate at home Alright, right The Prince of Wales
you And I'm gonna carve my name on your back with an icepick} Don't go makin' phony calls Please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to You
Yeah, yeah, how you doin', Andy?) We 'bout to take it to the top Hit 'em, Reba [Kenan:] Haters in my face try to keep me down But you know we keep on
it up, for he send something back to you, ain't plan to defend Staying loyal to the Prince to the end, so recognize So what you gone do Face? (Play
'm down with the Pimp and the Prince, from now ever since You don't like it you must be a hoe so Do you drive platinum cars? Do you pull platinum stars? Do you
askin [Hook] Y'all don't wanna - fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with the gangsta shit Y'all don't wanna - fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with
you know he down with us Short Dog and Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with us Black Rob and Eight ball down with us M.J.G. you
You can't hold it in your hand You can't feel it with your heart And I won't believe it But if it's true You can see it with your eyes Oh, even in the
you got it then show me how you're gettin' it Diamonds a girl's best friend, you can provide them Might even act a fool while your hittin' it When you
ya That you're my Cinderella My dream ball ain't fixed one sight Oh, girl come on Baby, you know I'd rather be where you are You are my shining star
she said I missed byzine Laughed with the class with the slightest clue You be buying my shit and I be rappin' to you, but you can do it too You can do it too young love You
together we too Jurassic, you stay plastic Ramadan with the flow, guaranteed everyone fasting Big Sean is a don Cyhi da Prince why you so nervous dog stop being tense if you
, a mi mon amour, Haiti, mon amour Not gonna leave you stranded Hey, not gonna leave you stranded Not gonna leave you Not gonna leave you Not gonna leave you