has laid It's hard to ignore all the things that they say The last time I give in The next time I'm leaving Sharin' trust wore thin I'm movin' on Each
, money Cars and diamond rings, and nice braids, flaunt it The Gucci boots with the G's on it A high price for this 'High price' life While I'm on tour
gloss on my Italian sweater I know you hate me already, go debate me with Freddie DJ's gonna act like little feminine in more places Bought the high heels, on
in you than the average Joe So you don't see the trash where the average go It ain't standard to have a dude in my clutch Sometimes I buck, hold on,
Gave him the standard, yo, what up man, how you landin'? And the hypnotized response was no surprise, I maintain Yeah, we all do, that's the standardized refrain but on
I go Steady crawlin On them 4s (still crawlin) On them 4s (still ballin) On them 4s Still crawlin on 4s mayne On them 4s (still crawlin) On them 4s (still
my world: precise precision Centered around me was a goody good song Move, I?ll take ya up on and on On and on and on and on. The gals were something
'all motherfuckers in 1997 Hah, When Disaster Strikes, When Disaster Strikes Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness On and on, return
on the Caddy door now what Why they had to do me on Friday? Why they had to pursue on Friday? Why they had to do me on Friday? Why they had to pursue
of merit turn blood sport (Uh) Fought in hella high seas, I freeze your mega dumb company Pumpin' out wise beads like, fly sneak-attacks on dry leaves
why people stay on? You won't get far with your good intentions We won't get far and you're better off on your own I got sick of setting the standards
see the standard I clown Bundles and bags is sniffin' like Dragons (ow) and dragons (oww!) and dragons (ooww!!) Hit the pit stop on the corner 'cause I see brothers flaggin' Party on
I'll bet my fame on it Cats take my ideas and put their name on it It's aiight though, you can't hold me down I got to keep on movin' To all my girls
a cabby Brooklyn expressway, on the jfk And wit no delay, so step on it dog-gonit These fly outta-staters got the paper and I want it The voice on percussion need no introduction The mighty mos def on
they Had to do me on Friday Why they Had to persue on Friday Why they Had to do me on Friday Why they Had to persue on Friday Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot,
go and praise god A dynamo Shinin' on the mike like a quasar They can't infiltrate the steel cage brain star I'm feelin' blood hounds all on my trail
to turn I'll bet my fame on it Cats take my ideas and put their name on it It's aiight though, you can't hold me down I got to keep on movin' To all my