'ma be leavin y'all sleep all in them trauma sheets (2) to who buryin you on the count of three (4) I'm the llama to squeeze (5) The gall of you to call to who
dry my clothes while I run through the sheets like I'm 5 years old today You got the natural wood grain with the big ol' 'fro your fresh 15's got me
1 Orale 2 Orale pues it's me 3 The L-I-L R-O-B 4 The wicked little vato with those wicked rhymes for SD 5 San Diego, Southern Califas man controlling
This is the MCI operator I have a collect call from..DREAMER Who is an inmate in a California State prison To accept charges press 5 now {beep} Your call
B.I.G. was gunned down and pronouced dead at 1:15 this morning. As a result of the ongoing feud between East and West coast, The tragic death of Tupac Shakur who
it to you, (give it to you) Get Paid (Verse 1) Let me tell you a little story about this nigga I know From the M and the O A chemical nigga who says
Slacker, a person who shirts his work or duty A person who evades military service in the wartime I know one thing, man, I'm gonna have my kicks Before
window till come day, anyway hey I feel the payback simmering in my brain The thoughts of death cloud my mind As my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed but who
aim impeccable, point like a decibel 300 foot away in a tower snipping the festival What you know about 9's And glock 40's and 45's AR 15's wit the 5
[Intro: Cam'Ron] Ok First off, you a bitch nigga Only reason I'm doin this I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty First - you stole Roc
. now I'm splittin' with her 4 A.M. at the waffle house 5 A.M. now we at my house 6 A.M. I be diggin' her out 6:15 I be kickin' her out 7 A.M. I'm a call
comin' for you 3, 4, you better lock your door 5, 6, get your crucifix 7, 8, don't stay up late 1, 2, X is comin' for you 3, 4, better lock your door 5
get the earl!! (hello!) I got a pocket full of furl! (hello!) And I'm gon' send you in that world. I don't give a fuck who you be You ain't finna sell
the age of 15 Cause she ain't havin this (ah-ah), her son a street pharmacist Had them clucks hoppin faster than jumpin jacks 1st and 15th tryin to get
the pimps (verse 2) Independently hustlin' while you work in your stuff Keep your condo pay so you work at mc gruff 9 to 5 paper chasing, geah, I can dig it With your 15
up, wuz up, wuz up, wuz up (Eastside Boyz with shout outs) Chorus: (Shake sumethin') Who u wit', who u wit', who u wit', get crunk, who u wit (repeat
to the cross of Calvary To save our souls from Hell and grave It's God who creates, God who delivers God who heals and God who is worthy of a thunderous
29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Cassius Clay, you'd better run 99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won't even recognize you 14, 15