without You play with my heart girl And I don't understand why Still in my eyes you are the girl I want to be in my life Got me sittin' in my bedroom
in my bedroom, (sittin in mi bedroom) Tryna get over you (tryna get over you) Hopin you still think about me Got me sittin in my bedroom (ohh sittin in my bedroom
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so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen
's my spokes person Uh, grab a star from the sun roof I fuck her in her dreams and make her come true Yeah, Young Money in the power Send my B's at you
living for the moment Living for the moment (woah i) [x4] From when I was younger My pain was driven by hunger No-one could tell my nuffin To save me from going under My
so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta
, implants Little chips in your arms Body movement, metal metallic, unpure robots (Little robots) Stiff arms, kneecaps, oil (R O B O T, R O B O T) Metal
we got into traffic she indicated what she working with and put her lips around my LORD HAVE MERCY I drove and watch, I watched and drove, I sip my hen, I smoke my
97', Shit I wouldn't of let u go I woulda made your life heaven I woulda hushed my mouth, gave my shit up, I woulda minded my own business, n not let
the way, I hold my dick That makes all the girlies wanna ride my tip But some of these bitches try to act unfair Maybe it's because my hair is longer
I'm authentic Ninety-nine percent B-K One percent N-J Excuse me Cause what I'm tryin to say Is if you ain't thorogh Stay out my borough Cause when my
[Puffy] Where my Queen at?! [Lil' Kim] Uh, uh huh Yo, Bad Boy Queen Bee, B.I.G. Come on, come on Uh, uh huh, that's right Check me out, Q.B. Uh, uh
me 'til your body gets weak We slow grinding baby When I hit 'em I make 'em say (Oh) Sex be my day (Job) I hit 'em in the back of my (Car) Make 'em
cool, 'cause my rhyme went smooth Savin' my money, 'cause my mouth is a tool Rolled up close, when I hit the spit I ain't worried 'bout my breath, '
