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I'd risk everything Oh, I'd risk everything Yes i'd do anything, anything Anything for you I do a bid loose a rib Bust a cap trustin' that Run up the heaven doors exchange my life for yours Leave a steak out the door mi casa, su casa Just remembered to turn the lights off in the hall My brother from anotha pop minus one shot We need em for G-Money man we all we got From the stoop to the big dudes stoppin' us from playin' hoops And us gettin mad throwin' rocks off the roof Straight thuggin' man i thought we would never progress But look at us now man we're young execs My nigga Dame my nigga Biggs my nigga Tah my nigga Ja my nigga Gotti we're the body oh its right with the world No matter how pretty she is you never likin' my girl That's how we run when you aint around I'll spank ya son keep him line If you should die i'll keep him like mine God forbid keep this in mind my nigga [chorus] Mama's lil baby but these streets raised me crazy Product of my enviroment nothing can save me Thanks for letting me bloom for your wisdom for your womb For the roof over my head for my shoes, for my bed For the most important lesson in life was when you said: 'Strive for what you believe in, set goals and you can achieve them' Thanks for the days you kept me breathin' when my asthma was bad and my chest was weezin' Thanks for the look of love Just as i was leavin' some nights, you thought that i wouldn't come back I left you grievin' thanks for holdin' down the household When times were bad as a man, i apoligize for my dad When the rent was due you would hustle like a pimp would do That wasnt the life meant for you your a queen you deserve the cream everything that gleams everything that shines Everything thats mine [chorus] Dear nephews i'm writin' this, wit no pen or a pad And i'm signin' it ya uncle, ya bestfriend, and ya dad Don't look at before when your feelin' bad i'm righ there For when you cut to when you peelin' a scab if it comes a time And you aint feelin' your real dad put my face on his body Dont wait for nobody Don't follow no nigga that's hoe shit man Stand on your own two Do your shit man the world is yours Some girls are nice Some girls are whores Don't listen to your crew Do what works for you standin' back away from situations gives you the perfect view You see the snakes in the grass then you wait on there ass Bite your tongue for no one and whatever is said take it how they want a closed mouth don't get fed you know my number when it's code red or if you're wrong, my nigga Your my nephew fuck it we get it on my lil nigga [chorus] |
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I'd risk everything Oh, I'd risk everything Yes i'd do anything, anything Anything for you I do a bid loose a rib Bust a cap trustin' that Run up the heaven doors exchange my life for yours Leave a steak out the door mi casa, su casa Just remembered to turn the lights off in the hall My brother from anotha pop minus one shot We need em for G-Money man we all we got From the stoop to the big dudes stoppin' us from playin' hoops And us gettin mad throwin' rocks off the roof Straight thuggin' man i thought we would never progress But look at us now man we're young execs My nigga Dame my nigga Biggs my nigga Tah my nigga Ja my nigga Gotti we're the body oh its right with the world No matter how pretty she is you never likin' my girl That's how we run when you aint around I'll spank ya son keep him line If you should die i'll keep him like mine God forbid keep this in mind my nigga [chorus] Mama's lil baby but these streets raised me crazy Product of my enviroment nothing can save me Thanks for letting me bloom for your wisdom for your womb For the roof over my head for my shoes, for my bed For the most important lesson in life was when you said: 'Strive for what you believe in, set goals and you can achieve them' Thanks for the days you kept me breathin' when my asthma was bad and my chest was weezin' Thanks for the look of love Just as i was leavin' some nights, you thought that i wouldn't come back I left you grievin' thanks for holdin' down the household When times were bad as a man, i apoligize for my dad When the rent was due you would hustle like a pimp would do That wasnt the life meant for you your a queen you deserve the cream everything that gleams everything that shines Everything thats mine [chorus] Dear nephews i'm writin' this, wit no pen or a pad And i'm signin' it ya uncle, ya bestfriend, and ya dad Don't look at before when your feelin' bad i'm righ there For when you cut to when you peelin' a scab if it comes a time And you aint feelin' your real dad put my face on his body Dont wait for nobody Don't follow no nigga that's hoe shit man Stand on your own two Do your shit man the world is yours Some girls are nice Some girls are whores Don't listen to your crew Do what works for you standin' back away from situations gives you the perfect view You see the snakes in the grass then you wait on there ass Bite your tongue for no one and whatever is said take it how they want a closed mouth don't get fed you know my number when it's code red or if you're wrong, my nigga Your my nephew fuck it we get it on my lil nigga [chorus] |
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[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh It's big pimpin baby.. It's big pimpin, spendin G's Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh.. Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah.. You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em Cause I don't fuckin need em Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good But I don't fuckin feed em First time they fuss I'm breezin Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?" I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch Better trust than believe em In the cut where I keep em til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up Let em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread so you can be livin it up? Shit I.. parts with nothin, y'all be frontin Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin, never happen I'll be forever mackin Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion I got no patience And I hate waitin.. Hoe get yo' ass in And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah Chorus One: Jay-Z We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin G's Check em out now Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin G's We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B [Bun B] Nigga it's the - big Southern rap impresario Comin straight up out the black bar-rio Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh Oops, my bad, that's my scenario No I can't fuck a scary hoe Now every time, every place, everywhere we go Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!" Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me and you see us comin down on yo' slab Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it But nigga if you hatin I then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track Timbaland let me spit my pro's on Pump it up in the pro-zone That's the track that we breakin these hoes on Ain't the track that we flow's on But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man Fo' real it don't get no bigger man Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool Chorus Two: Bun B We be.. big pimpin, spendin G's We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin G's And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga [Pimp C] Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise Chorus Two |
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