like Canada we some f-ckin heathens Game can't watch his mouth thats why his daddy beat him Same mouth made him millions and now his daddy need him Finally got a black
I need to get me one And your one looks just right for me So come on you wanna fight with me? Might as well be polite to me, Unless you wanna deal with 15
too black, too strong, ain't done nothing yet Waiting on the fifth for his government relief check Humming and bumming, most hate to see him coming And every first and 15
a chance and came to the big city My beat machine the only fucking thing I had with me Like, Bobby had Whitney we were cooking up crack! But them 15
Take this opportunity to roll up Locate your lighters [Verse 1: Curren$y] Laced, David Robinson's ? moccasins Matt black paint polished rims Fuck you
murder lames murder track nigga word up 1017 bricksquad put ya birds up A nigga swing on gucci mane that unheard of I got my black tee on with my black
look good in the caskit.. want it you can have it, What the f*ck you got a gun, For if you won't blast it, Yo gotti nigga, mister, mister A.R 15 ...,
throw thunder Im buying diamond by the pier But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear Yeah, im riding with that all black snub Raiders cap back, all black
run now, way too long Black clouds go away for the rest of the day Black clouds just go away, don't fuck up the day Black clouds go away You've been
my iron Watchin kids on the corner buyin, gettin zooted then lyin Test and I commence, to firing One two three shots and then I tune the black watch
be inducted Into the regiments, respect to the veterans And the pioneers, with dying tears To see rap has survived after 15 years And ready to go 15
Styles too Blackrob, what the fuck, all up in this mother fucker [Jadakiss] Bad boy Stay back nigga [Sheek] Ay yo, you want 15 G's thats stuffed
x4] We count stacks over here Two week talk, AK 47 for real wit the stoke I'm on deck (i'm on deck) [x4] Get your back thrown up like for a black lash
t regret nothin' I had the whole tri-state high, nigga, I ain't frontin' At Fifteen I sold my first bag of dope Used to stick Dominicans, burner under the coat Gettin' like 15
to a jet black crowd What it's like to be black and proud In a world where white is right but not tonight This is a black man's might I heard a sister
here jus so i can come theres nothin on the gods son that i havent done i got alot of problems gettin pussy jus isnt one girls are like buses every 15
here just so I can come, Theres nothing on the God son that I haven't done, I got a lot of problems, getting p-ssy just isn't one, Girls are like buses every 15
Should I say is it still all good? Today at 12:45 outside the Petersen Museum here in Los Angeles, Notorious B.I.G. was gunned down and pronouced dead at 1:15