It's eleven fifty-nine and fifty-nine seconds.. If I'm gonna die tonight I'm goin to heaven,. Ay, ay, with you.. It's eleven fifty-nine and fifty-nine seconds..
Yea, up in that Murcielago. Eh well, but I'm from Chicago. Yea, AV what it be? (What it be homie?). To the sky dog, we stay fly. . Lingerie, sexy yeah.
Hear me knockin, I'll be knockin on your door. Hear me knockin, I'll be knockin on your door. . I just got one question to ask, do you love me? (do you love me?).
1,2,3, J'ai pas le syndrome de celle qui pardonne. 1,2,3, J'ai la peau de ma main qui démange. 1,2,3, On m'avait pourtant mise en garde. 1,2,3, Phénomène bizarre.
[Intro]. Yeah Hi-Tek. For who do we aspire to reflect our own people's death. For who's entertainment shall we sing of agony? In what hopes?. That the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us will suddenly.
(Mike Will made it). I'm in the club, high off purp', with some shades on. Tatted up, mini skirt, with my J's on. . (In the club, high on purp' with some shades on).
((Dinero P)). . Uh. Yeah,. A One, two a one two.. Uh. Like it's 1995. What. Nero. . Yeah, like it's 1995.. The girls with the doodoo braids as they walking by.
Musically inclined, but every time I tried I was pushed to the side. And always was declined. I did it on my own, didn't pick up the phone. Just .... in my mic, and my mind in the zone.
[Big L]. You better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks. L be keepin' niggas hearts pumpin' like Reeboks. It's the nigga that bitches suck and sweat.