I wanna be all you wanted I wanna be your only Pray, i'm gonna need it every night and day You know it hurts to be away And remember, my heart is always in your hands And
you keepin' it real If you livin' like thugs, I spit kisses and hugs like forty five slugs Come back on the run and kiss my love gun Got a look that'll
, the show goes on One in the air for the people ain't here Two in the air for the father that's there Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto Four
paper I'm a couple bands down, and I'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma, six zeros
rhyme and you can think what you want And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah
here I don't wanna be sober, no not sober Broke and alone, nowhere to go And loneliness is hurting me so Broke and alone, nowhere to go And loneliness is hurting me so One
One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that
four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged Spray right at your brain, by the way this is Hov' One shot Dillinger, one shot killin' ya It's only one Roc
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame I played their game and as they scream my name I will show no shame, I live and die for this And if
, three ducks, five canaries, a mouse Two monkeys, one father, six turtles and me If Momma was married If Momma was married, I'd jump in the air And
blast and poof like a genie I stack whack rappers, and stick'em like cornerbacks Yall niggaz is jumpin' jackz, and bluffin' on wax Thinkin' you can clown me, me and
conclusions Let the revolver solve it Evolve in this evolution We shootin and pollutin [chorus - fatal] Pass the heat And let me wave it in the air (air
the air And stare at the emotions of those in the commotion Hoping it's the chaos that we grow from Opened a cold one, build with warriors that hold
the block wit only a few grams man then you a bird nigga, Toucan Sam And any beat ima air that, rappers just gotta wear that Fox Brown should be the only one
Incredible and cat women on amcord When neighborhood or city in a drought Fuck a boat I could fly there, 300 an ounce Reup my account, wear and durag and
one comin', did you? From the N.O. to the S.T.L. Nelly-Nel and Lil' Wayne Now, on a scale of one to ten, I've been rated a twelve, right You know this and
it on the town, shit got real When you was in the fourth grade I had a record deal You got one hit record now you ballin' You make one fake album, you
