i never make a promise i don't intend to keep so when i say forever forever's what i mean i'm no casanova but i swear this much is true, i'll be holding
I'm wearin' Jordans, which ones? The very first ones made I got a watch, what kind? An iced-out Cartier I got a Roley but that's somethin' that I hardly wear I'm
boys, you niggaz loco and the truth is, you hoes couldn't see me with bifocals I'm a killer in the flesh, I'm Rap-A-Lot's best I'm Prince's adopted son
I'm comin' from a school Where if ah nigga mouth get out we aim tah hit at you Method subliminal I'm The Original That bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful I'm
? Get your prince truck I'm flyer den dark window Get your money up, get your money up (Stop playin' with yourself) Get your money up, get your money up Get your
to me) Classic Soon as I'm done (Tell me how you love that) I'm dashin' (Number one can't put nothin' above that) Home to hold your heart (You deserve
ass, Trust me I'ma fuck full steam I make the world cream and scream, while I'm gettin' my cream I'm coming to America call me Prince Akeem, yessir It's kinda weird, 'cause this I
made you broke I aint piss poor I'm big poppa plus I'm 2pacalypto my mind is a weapon what I need to pop a clip for huh, I'm doing this for hip hop
, "I am the french left tenants whore" I was up for that part, i read that line "i'm the french lutenants whore, whats it to ya" I don't know why i didn
na-na Guerilla Black where you from Zaccka [Guerilla Black + (Beanie Man Ad-Libs)] I'm strictly business, just like E-P-M-B I'm B-L-A-C-K from the
I got some Air Force Ones wit my khaki's on Wit da fresh throwback an' my glasses on I love the bubbly, I'm not your man or hubby I'm handsome, no,
somebody wins Awesome prince, get your sleep Lose your heart in history Make us laugh or nothing will I set a fire just to see what it kills Don't be bitter, Anna I
when I'm drunk I might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin I'm a hunk Like a duck I'm slammin ham MC's MC's I'm servin Makin the people jump like
libs} [Common] My imagination roamed as I got in the chair Thinkin - when shit went down, I was I was there Fuckin with fam' - who you are, I don't care Have your
Kickin the dumber rhyme, I'm not a print but I'm fresh, heatin up like the summertime, summer rhyme I'm a dime a dozen, but I keep you buzzin like
reason and instinct Caught in the middle with your pants down again Caught in the middle, I'm really caught in the middle I'm caught in the middle,
I make it rain in the club like (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I don't know what your man is like But baby all I want to know is sexy, can I? Sexy, can I? Just pardon