a shit, I ain't give a shit either Sweet 16, time to stack me up some ki's Learned the game of hustlin, fuckin dopefienders Sellin niggaz beat, in other
Than a town with no cheer Voc rail decided the canteen Was no longer necessary there No spirits No bilgewater And 80 dry locals And the high noon sun Beats
' through that glass like, ?See you in a minute'? That's not the Bigg Boss Dogg I've been in it since a youngin', I'm a Eastside hogg 21st Street ridin
motherfucker hey hi how you dering? It's Weezy F. Baby come to Take a shit and urine on these toilet bowl bitches Pussy ass niggas Stompin' on this beat
it like that? Make the gangsta ass niggas bump to music like that Make them big fine hoes shake they booty like that Like 21 row scrap wit Lil Boosie
me dougie dougie dougie, you could call me dougie dougie dougie, baby watch me dougie dougie. [Legacy:] Nac nac noob. wrist frozen. see shot my chicks for it. excuse me miss roxanne roxanne?... I beat
, Lookin in the mirror, like who can fuck with him? Young troublesome, that the ladies love! Packed show at the club, who said wait til 21? Asked who
as half as Good as Reggie Jackson's, that's why you talk backwards And toch bills and bogard shit like Humphrey You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21
Where da beat at? Aye, either boy, JD, boweezy, ooh Ahh, ooh Yeah, yeah, Ron Browz Big time, big time, ooh Big time, big time Big time, big time Uh
16 *** Who got freaks like me? You keep one in a *** with feet like me Not even Miami got Heat like me Only rich muh'*** doin' beats like me 16 ***
That Was So Sweet I Even Used To Like It When She Kissed Me On The Cheek I Really Used To Love It When We Chilled On The Beach Whilst Listening To Beats
like a stop loss Hood niggaz ghetto like fried wings and hot sauce How you hard? The cops lettin' 50 shots off Baby Jay-Z's with the knockoff Scott Storch beat
man speak with beats If I could make it in New York, I figured anywhere I'd make it Came to Cincinnati linked with Mood, and we did Sacred Hi-Tek beats
[21 second instrumental to open] [Z-Ro] If somebody got a problem with me, come and address it If the shoe fits it then walk in it I'm talkin to Texas
layin' underneath the flo' S*** it's like I gotta pan how I heat the flo' A but I really gotta a pan how I heat the blow S*** a Develope this beat is
a pitch fork Think we got a problem in the club with this dogg Rude boy, starks, ladies, everybody [Chorus] [The Game:] Think we got a problem, Game in Manhattan Black on black Aston the 21
[Verse 1: Chuck D] Bring that beat back, we set it off "we set it off" Got us back for combat, we get it raw "we get it raw" With a counterattack over
'em CL, Pete Rock, G Rap, Maxwell Big Daddy, Q-Tip and ah me as well Time to say peace, thank Pete for the beats This funky beat was made for the street