kids that will rob you for 6 bucks bitch we flip right before you expect it 'cause we were neglected as children now we're hectic we shot men and we rob
wools Yo, I told you, some kill, rob and fold The gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole So stroll marvelous, soul controller Of the whole globe, god damn I got it
you nigga c'mon B.I.G.: Alright then nigga lets make it happen then All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin floor! *blam blam* Get on the motherfuckin floor! B.I.G.: Chill
Chorus: Miss Jones Harlem world keep holdin it down, for Big L Nigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know, do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin
, some kill rob and fold The gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole So stroll marvelous, soul controller of the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn And
Chick screamed so loud I could hear it on my last album! (on info kill) And smell her in the shower While we fucked to Chill Rob G's version of 'I've
I need it lots, gots to give me it Gettin? off my rocks Can I just get a taste of it, It makes me crazy cravin? it, All in my face and I make sure I
the knees Yo. I made time to chill with Miss Portuguese Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys And rob me for my G's Had to
against you and your faggot kid folk it's just me tearin' up the disco It's all wrinkle gotta album that's better than your single It's real nigga,
Big Book, didn't you read it? It say if niggas don't remember the past, they gonn' repeat it So I'm into ???ated That ground heart-stated And we all made it
to get me some llello Double up nigga what you need? We got weed to get P.O.Ded Fiend for the green leaves Give it up it's the foe sure you better lay
Rob] And bang to my newest song Ain't no way you can do it wrong Check one, two, one, two, it's on It don't stop til the thrill is gone (Til the thrill
Glitter on your chest, g-strings, and platforms You know the type of babydoll that make your knees weak Sipping mixed drinks, real super freaks The type of broads like like to chill
s just chill man FUCK THAT NIGGA! It don't gotta be this way man WHAT NIGGA? IT GOTTA BE THIS WAY! IT DON'T GOTTA BE LIKE THIS MAN! IT GOTTA BE NIGGA!
m all on my own G who should I trust Niggas bust B.I.G. now it seems they want us It's like no matter what I do I can't escape it ain't no going around
to make beats, we was in the basement Freestylin, to 45 King breakbeats But see, rap is corporate now It's all about endorsments So now the rich kids love it
I was like nah Put the needle to the record when I'm gettin butt naked I like your microphone do you mind if I check it One two yeah I like the way it
stick up kids That'll rob you for six bucks bitch We flip right before you expect it Because we were neglected, as children now we're hectic We shot men and we rob