I'm makin'/ Everything to prove, no time is wastin'/ These niggas hatin' but that ain't nothin' new/ Niggas die slow when the Thugs slide through, yeah/ Three
music Puts me right back on the block Man, I think I'ma dig it to to the life That I had so I risk it runnin' the street With the h*** more, three deep
you ain't took a bath with your cousins Fit three in the bed, if it's six of y'all I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head an' three by the leg But you ain
met who had many temptations She was so fly, get high, well understood Big-ass, big brains and straight out the hood Yo, aiyyo, I woke up early took
[27 seconds of street noise to open the song then dialogue] We run the city [Notorious B.I.G.] Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to
Disorganization, forging nations of papers predestinating superhero capers Light sabers my neighbors consist of Mint cookies bent books keys three tennis
and a blade Time to play the nurse's aid Operate, then strap her down Carve her face into a clown Killed another, then three more Now we're down to only
, so songs and some shots, so Snaps steppin' separate, start slowly, go solo Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin' Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system Smoke the joker, three
warp speed MTV, level three, when I fly on BET Livin' astro, tell me how you feel One, two, one, two Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed MTV, level three
hey, this last verse go be shortest, f*** That's when I had a o*** but I smoked it up Got gain from the OG and I soaked it up In three years three albums
was fuckin' yo boy third o'l lady Got mad bullets on ya they said you wasn't home Yeah, you pissed on our set up early in the mornin' It had to be about
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God almighty Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty God in three persons, blessed
The three years that I loved you, Were the best years, oh, the early days. Yes, those early days, when I hung around, Followed you around, tryin' to
I sold the ki to the beef And as you can see never early,ya late, collaborate professional need Now peep as I drop bombs on ya moms like songs When
song, I was a little boy growing up Down in the state of South Carolina The song had been written and recorded by a man named T. Texas Tyler The song
This is a song about best friends John Roy was a boy I knew Since he was three and I was two Grew up two little houses down from me The only two bad
This is a song About best friends John Roy Was a boy I knew Since he was three And I was two Grew up two little houses Down from me The only two bad
one two three four come on girls get on the floor A come alive, ya'll a gimme what ya got 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock I said one two three
