love me baby It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One
talk Need a work wi a work Live and direct pon a new case A so di ting go, a weh wi seh now... [Kardinal] Yo... Being twenty-one and alive is not an
bang niggas out Fuck that shit is serious Give it to `em niggas, kid show them how real it is These punk motherfuckers get their head pushed, leds bust Guns
showin me love And b is from the west, he really don't give a fuck Twenty minutes later, all hell broke loose Bitches suckin dick and lickin up nut juice One
[Verse 1 - Scarface] I use to watch you on stage gettin'money, lookin lovely got these niggaz offerin they pockets tippin you twenties 'cause you cold
Fuck your crew This type of shit we do for a petty hobby Fuck the whole world This fatal dawg against everybody (it's on) Better be twenty-five once this
tail cell, shakin' from rope It's only one way out the game, and I suggest you stay From escapade, profess you chest and laid Put ya guns down, shoot
, can I go?), by all means Keep the door open, ??? ???, mami get in Matter fact, don't ya come without, whoo, bringin ya friends One shotgun, three in the back, one
crawling Who got your back, call em' Problems resolve them, there not that important The last one standing, you the first one leaving The first one bleeding, now who the one
thousand messages a day A million more transmissions lay Victims of the laissez faire Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns A hundred decibels turns to one One bullet, one
there's one way in and one way out, take summin' a cop working; wait for drought, like yo gotti [Chorus] [Yo Gotti] Back in the day, used to cut the five off of twenties
steel bats And mo's is stealing stacks, double back, and tally that When shit go down, don't expect me to run Never forget dun, two guns, is better than one
t dot got in them Pretend I'm a minimum wage earner, plus a fast learner No diploma, selling something on the corner More than one in the twenty-first
to give me a damn boost Then out came a wonderful six Holy shit! Stack that shit Yo Trife Dies snatch that fuckin' cream quick That was one one six, one
, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One
and notepads I get it, you got rich robbin' those in the industry Bite off this one, steal from your enemy Never try to play the hottest one out ya
cold chains Is my brain vain? Flames, still dock the missles Let off one, stay in your lane Everybody got issues, I'm drunk off the rum Numb, one case
body scaled I'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty-ones We produce many guns, we spittin