Intro:. Check it on the one you Com is gonna come (X3). And check it out ha.. Verse 1:. My raps do laps around tracks and adapts. to any environment I'm the comma comma Chameleon.
Rough. . Never give up. . Oh Oh Oh. . Never give up. . Yeah yeah. . There is a place for us. so far away. but it's closer than it was yesterday. now we are riding.
[Common]. Yeah baby boy. In the place (for you and yours) to be. Da uh da uh, we got the uh ya'll. We bout to rock ya'll, we got the uh baby.... Yo yo yo check it.
Artist: C-Murder f/ Afficial. Album: Trapped in Crime. Song: NL Iggaz. . [C-Murder talking]. What's happn' yo what's happn' nigga oh salt shakin' ass muthafucka.
Listen up motherfuckers, I got a story to tell. All you niggas out there holding hands. With these motherfuckers street. Them motherfuckers behind doors holding meat.
I'm having nightmares, ooh. My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid. I'm having nightmares, ooh. My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid, oh no.
Never will it stop,. The 50 in the duffel won't crush,. It settles to the bottom like dust,. Fuck what ya heard,. You ain't countin' paper like us.. A million in the ceiling I can touch..
I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the party. Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi. Gotta represent Cali and bang 'til death do us. Throwin the haters off and keep our folks next to us.
-Have you ever taken a moment to second guess. the freemasonic order or the I R S. the Caryle group and the C.F.R.. the Bohemein Grove and others so bizarre.
Mmm, mmm. No, no. No, uh. Ba da ba ba ba ba ba. Oh. Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm. . Youre too ghetto, baby. Youre too grimy and youre too trife. I could never trust you.
Nah, nah, nah, no guarantee. Nah, nah, nah, no guarantee. . Got a one room apartment to a little, tiny space. Isn't much, but keeps the rain drops off my pretty baby's face.
Hey, it's me.. . Six-foot me,. From down the street. I drive by (drive by). . To say "hi," (mm). . And you be. . My baby,. Though sometimes we. . Fuss and fight.
Verse 1 - JM. Here Here Dear/How Many of You here like Beer From Where ya come From?. Near Here? Now do you, dear? Hear me, now hear this.... We are the Chichis, we reach these heights easily!.
I think I'll write him a notice. . He lives on the fifth floor, I'm on the first floor. Whenever he comes down he hops in his 64. Casey and Jojo flows out of his window.
Necesito Tu Cuerpo. Baby Rasta y Gringo. La Pelicula. . --------------------. Yo estoy suelto esta noche y yo soy tuyo, ma'. Echate pa'ca, y no lo pienses mas.
Nadie.... (Nadie sabe!). Sabe.... (Que me estoy muriendo!). Que me muero.... (regresa pronto, ma'!). Cheka!. Nadie.... (Michael Stuart del barrio). sabe....
[Hook: Ashanti]. Na na na na na la la la la. Na na na na na la la la la. Na na na na na la la la la. No one does it like Murder Inc.. Na na na na na la la la la.
This is the way it should sound. . Ya heard. (What? What?). Yo B, we don't even like half these faggot niggas anyway. (What? What? What?). . I'm on my own muthafuckin' wheel.
[Intro/Chorus - Chamillionaire]. (Oh oh oh oh oh). Chamillitary mayne. Most of these rappers tell nothin but lies (nothin but lies). (Oh oh oh oh oh).