Way back when I was just a little bitty boy Living in a box Under the stairs In the corner of the basement In the house half a block down the street from
i melt away down to the village with a broomstick in his hand running here and there all around the square saying catch me if you can he led them down
, what you want, so many things So I'll go And keep getting stronger on the way... CHORUS: Not today, maybe not tomorrow Everything in time I am here for joy, I am here
my way, move out my way Wait a minute now, hold a second now Wait a minute now, ride on 'em, ride on 'em Here come grandaddy always classin', ain't
'm out here filthy, feelin' me? Y'all niggaz be killin' me Braggin' 'bout the money that you claim you makin' Fuck around, catch you down there sleepin
ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon Yeah, Little Lay, hey, comin' in the form of scripture Finna get ya and hit ya wit magic Droppin' down
all for ya (All for ya) Freely spoken thugs in motion Can you feelin' my magic? Lettin' ya have it Comin' with the automatic weapon status All of my thugs is here
time. Bizzy-(Rapping)I promise that I'll hunt you bastards, zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry. Is you ready for me magic? Let
the dirt, now you the bitch that's in the skirt I'm passed the motherfucka out here paying his dues Not the average nigga out here rapping claiming he
't it? My work can make the J's do the jump, man can't it? You got to know this the remix right here Grand Hustle baby it's the kings right here You
Who's that girl in the mirror, looking at me I swear I don't know how I got here, no, it's not clear You knocked me down from the blindside I couldn't
things are getting better, Yeah, yeah! But I'mma do me, you can say whatever I'm a G! ..guess it's a sad think my... is magic! I remember I never I
[Young Jeezy:] On 285, I don't know where I'm goin on 285, I drink when I drive I just love when I'm high, I don't know here I'm goin, on 285, on 285,
be gettin' when they be drinkin' a beer And they be pullin' on a momma like, "Bitch come here" Pullin' on a momma like, "Bitch come here" I'm Santa
all, and that?s real talk!... ..burn it to you cd, .. i?m on the ground, ? i put it down for ya all, i put it down for ya all, i love all my fans!
I'm thowed off like Major Payne, talkin' shit like Brother Lane These boys talkin' down on the name But they all washed up like Eddie Kane The slab roof like David Blaine, it disappear like magic
death? Get it over with Dump 'em on the boulevard, and get it out now I'm going down Get it, get it, get it out Going down You ever had rage in your