You live a shitty life, we live the bonne, bonne vie Hotter than the book, while we watch the TV Think you got us fooled, ooh never again First time
here awhile In the bathroom, flat irons and nail files Spending hours in salons on your hairstyles In the mall steady racking up the air miles Hit the gym, step on the scales
's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My momma ain't at home and daddy still in jail Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale? My president
I know my life's on a scale I wonder if that gunman is goin' to hell This is my second day I got a ten year stay I learned my first lesson in the pen
I put who been fuckin wit my pot? She said nobody I said I cant tell she said its over there witcha' bags an ya' scale Gotta H-Town plate first thing
daddy I'm the, young stunna Stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy I be stuntin' like my daddy Yeah when I was 16 I bought my first Mercedes
shame Poor Bialy, what a loser Poor Bialy, goodbye fame Such reviews! How dare they insult me in this manner? How quickly they forget I am max Bialystock The first
Shipment, you had like 20 bricks in Richmond We was in cocaine heaven I was fish scale dreamin' We just got in the town, we was strapped up schemin' First
chodhladh go simh. Christ, calmly asleep. Oche chiin, oche Mhic D, Silent night, night of God's son. Aoir ar dts chuala 'n scal; Shepherds first
I know we gon be here awhile In the bathroom flat irons and nail files Spending hours in salons on your hairstyles In the mall steady racking up the air miles Hit the gym step on the scales
so hard that he propelled himself backwards and up onto dry land. For those of you taking notes, this is a fine practical example of Newton's First Law
's true So we made a wager or two Ooh, he was a prepubescent flyin' ace And the minute Jabba started off that race Well, I knew who would win first place
only got a minute that is all the time I have to sing this tiny minute waltz It isn't easy but I'll try it then I've gotta say goodbye but first I'll
you we know you run it down You ain't seeing us though we running things Yeah, you know they running things [Ynot] Usually I'm the second voice, this time I'm the first
pit on the wall All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms And cast the shadow of a snake pit on the What came first, the chicken or the dickhead
lickin', flippin' any mix and over the skippin' And cable clippin', still sickenin' Even though some people ain't admitting Through they system I keeps it kickin' And tippin' the scale
