hell and amazing grace Well I give everything I got, try to give more than I take For Heaven's sake I keep on smiling no matter what comes my way And
uptown and downtown Is therapy and volume, therapy and volume Not lying when I say this, there's a price to being famous Yeah, it's therapy and volume
to my bedroom And pop that pussy, uh, huh and we be steady mobbin' Oh, Kimosabe, big ballin' is my hobby Uh, man, suck my clip, swallow my bullets, and
You starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape Cupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah, you're late Your train left, mascara and
big house and a car Ima tryed to get paid for what i say on stage But if your already paid then i guess you got it made you're a rich girl and it's
for life Bad Boy, we ain't goin' nowhere Uh-huh,uh-huh, what? We ain't goin' nowhere, we gon' stay right here For ever and ever and ever and ever, c
my biggest project Now I'm the illest known to walk like the illest soldier And when I smoke, only roll up with the illest doja You sit and mail it
together Since I made the connection with the big man I done got big plans to be a little nigga in the big land Ghetto star, presidential all gift wrapped And
eyes I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise It's all about the Benjamins, true, that be the motto Ran out of ammo and started, throwin' bottles Runnin' and
Justin's in Sean John velor Still humble and still want more Still hate war, still want peace And I still can't stand to see blacks beefin' Y'all still sleepin' and
and things For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin That shit with the V-trim that win and the enormous fields disperse of rap On the road to the riches
quit cause I'm on some Evander shit Fuck the money and the white sand and shit When it's said and done you gunna understand this shit Your man talking
't live life swinging rocks and smoking blunts Hanging wit' the niggas don't pay the bills And being broke and 30 give a nigga the chills So what we gotta do is creep and
Tell me who shot Big And take the bullets out of 2Pac's ribs If I could, I would reverse the car, reverse the beef Put it all in a pot and boil it on
Me and Diddy fam sorta like his right hand I touch down like two-thirty If I was on you, your hoe's and them cowards, I'm'll do dirty Still a commission and
and y'all knew this when I doubled the pie Had a shorty and a girl who'd comin' out of BWI I hated algebra but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga
, yo, yo, yo Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like every day Big beats, hit streets see gangsters roamin' And parties
Boy for life Bad Boy, we ain't goin nowhere Uh, huh, uh, huh what? We ain't goin' nowhere, we gon' stay right here For ever, and ever, and ever, and