you You are the first girl to count in my life I, I live only for you You alone are all I have in this world You alone, you're my girl You, only you
, I just wanna be successful Drizzy, ah yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel you They be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar I get it, I live it, to me there
me just like a movie [Verse 2] I can see you hangin out in the court yard Lookin fly and you finally comin over I been check out you, but you didn't
And love me just like a movie I can see you hangin out in the court yard Lookin fly and you finally comin over I been check out you, but you didn't
the people are I wanna see, wanna see them dancin' Walkin' around on those Whad'ya call 'em? Oh feet Flippin' your fins you don't get too far Legs are
necks Tryin' to creep a little sneak peek (At us) You could travel the world But nothing comes close to the golden coast Once you party with us You'
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you
can swing it, cha-ching When you take off all your clothes When you strike a Playboy pose If you wanna go far, if you wanna be a star Then you gotta
so sedated Can't live in this world you created Day after day after day and now I gotta be On my own And living in a world alone Gets better every day
her sleeping pills She was sick and tired of being invisible Hard to see in color when you're miserable Veronika, Saint Veronika You can't leave this world
make you wanna run But you want it And you need it Like you need to breath the air If they doubt you Just believe it That's enough to get you there (Chorus) You
always been my best friend You're the love of my life You're everything to me You never left my side You're my best friend I love you so much Yes, you are You
's even madder (You god damn right!) Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad? Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you Yeah
110th, sharp Caesar with a lime music Fine tuned with the proper soul seasonin' Your live shows are borin', you're just not pleasin' 'em Stop teasin' 'em, you
tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You
asked him, "What you want nigga?" What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when you can't take no more? You gonna cry like a bitch
the mic is lower, turn the mics up) Our music keeps you movin', what are you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you
the gutter for you motherfuckers (Niggaz know the deal) Niggaz know who the Don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one) Peep game, uhh, what, what Out of this world