we fly. Verse 2: I hold on very tight. I'm riding in the midnight moon. I'm hiding till I die so high above the view Verse 3: I fly onto the
One Tweezy Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!! I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from
When I step on the scene Y'all know me 'Cause I walk with a limp Like a old school pimp, like a real O.G. I'm rocking vans I'm in the sand I've a got
to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high Whether block shit or rock shit Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit Get sig' any track I'm a spit the
's only daughter All of these spirit voices rule the night My hands were numb, my feet were lead I drank a cup of herbal brew Then the sweetness in the air
just buy you a car Unless you play these suckers just like B.o.B play the guitar Now here you are with your girls having drinks at the bar I say I'm buying you declining I
[Diddy talking] I remember the first time I seen you moonwalk, I believed I could do anything, you made the world dance, you made the music come to life
out Man i gotta quit lustin I need to stop smokin I need God's guidance Without it im hopeless Lone and about World zonin me out I'm gone Lord
maintain it's hard 'cause I'm a souljah at war Steady runnin' wit the weapons 'cause it's gettin' better I figured it out, it's all real, if ain't then
they lookin crazy like I sold the hay Just another day in the heart of S.A. Roll a little further there, I seen O.G. With his brother named [unverified], S.A. O
nigga bullshittin' Come fuck wit it, it's goin' down Let's put an ending to chatter, nigga, see me in gloves I'm the poof in the booth, bitch, read
's just rappin' And I'm dreamin' but damn Walk witt me, talk witt me Sometimes I just sit and think You know it's hard to express it y'all That's why I
your rims I started off in a hood, in what you would call a lemon.. Me? I was a nerd, niggas thought it was a gimmick. Now I got the maybach, curtains
and the bed is, I, I Bathroom is, O, O and the kitchen is, U, U When I get home, you and I alone A, A, I, I, O, O, U, U
o At Night I Cant Sleep, I Toss And Turn, I Get Lost For Words, Its Like I Lost My Nerves, It All Started With My Chick About A B**** That I Hit, That
. Soulja number one but I aina??t talkin bout the combo. S.O.D. boss [yeah] Ia??m the head hon-cho. Walk inside the club, I need V.I.P pronto [Chorus
's talk about money. Common Sense: I... be... the one they call Peavey I'm Poe as Edgar Allen But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin Ynot: You got a
