in black, black suit and my brim be black With a Cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blow Nigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots well That's if I had
in black, black suit and my brim be black With a Cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blow Nigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots well That's if I
(It's my world) It won't be me cus I was born to rise (Yo, It's my world) So when the war I hope you on my side (It's my world, It's my world, It's my
back you down like Shaq-Daddy And bust on ya out the new Caddy And skirt up, bust ya boulevard I'm not Xzibit, you can't pull my hoe card I fucked all
C'mon.. * echoes * Swing your partner, I'm about to start the Dance across the land, the kane will scar the People of our community, cause we're soon
daddy was ever payin' me Who would ever think that a nigga like me Would become such a bad ass youngster? My mommy and daddy done fucked around and
my teeth for ya G-G-G G for ya Put compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers At my last show i through away my N.W.A. gold Had the whole crowd
in black, black suit and my brim be black With a cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blow Nigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots well That's if I had
c'mon) Let you caress my feet, huh, now what you wanna know? [Chorus] [Verse 2 Pastor Troy] Off the chain, damn, damn boo Where ya been all my lifetime? Let me fuck
who run the town Your baby daddy is most hated, can't listen to my song When he at home, irrated when the video on I'm makin ones with them niggas see my
gonna be Who's that nigga? That was my homeboy nigga! [C:] Yo fuck that nigga! WE CAN GET BIGGER! So now we on our way to get paid Rollin in a fucked
on the "Love Boat" [Chorus: w/ variations] [Jazze Pha:] Pimp C, UGK for life man! That's my nigga right there! Fo' shizzle, dizzle! Back on the streets, Daddy
Come around my niggas you bust you fuck around get lost Better not set trip, fuck around get tossed I be a fool with that break them off Lay it down little daddy
sweat soaks my balls And this is one step from a junkie living, breakin in doors [My face low], for thermonucleus games Spill rain the open drain, who the fuck
get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit in my
so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen
touch kid CURIOUS! My fire burnin niggas serious I gift wrapped the flame and give it to niggas HERE IT IS! SEE THROUGH MU'FUCKER WE'LL NEVER BE EQUAL
right... nine-six Bad Boy c'mon) Chorus to end, broken down by four line groups 1st group: w/o B.I.G 2nd group: w/o B.I.G. 3