, them folks can have you sleepin' in the clink I'm shittin' on niggas and peein' on the seat It's that nigga the B-I-G B-O-I, O-U-T Now party people
elaborate but it's too much to describe Whoever said money don't grow on trees Lies my money tree full of dough BC money man My ancestors had roofie o
off da chain mayne! trell came home i was on..everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone..lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch(m.o.b) i got dis caine
to fall back What you sayin'? I'm a wreck Teairra ain't a trick I ain't with all that Now, see you talkin' real ball Your vibes is real cold You better
Get back to the show, you know Ladies and gentlemen the C-O double-M O-N Synonym for fresh, truth is the emblem Hard core since I was next door to Cleminem Cold
motherfuckers gon' learn When it come to this shit, I ain't about takin' turns 'Cause Doc's in the place, the cold nigga, I'm too late to thaw Doc unfold
make a sane man flip Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip Low to avoid the caps and blows By the gangbanners at the B-boy shows Wit the cops trying
't steerin' it Bomb that rifle 'cuz now a nigga wearin' it Catch me on my set wit' my iced-out chain An iced-out rapper wit' my iced-out name A cold
go Once upon a time not long ago When I was outta town movin' work with Zo I used to bring my nigga B.R. And niggas with the burna's holdin' down B-R
drool like you're nothin' but a fool Ridin' down the strip with B-Legit and Big Ant Drinkin' big gin, smokin' big plants My nigga big Bad Ass and B-Lah
with the James Brown and pay him 'Cause the JD-800 ain't even playin' Unless Pee Wee hit them keys Ant Banks on the beats, now we makin' G's Shorty B
Recognize bitch, Jay to the Z (Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me (Nigga who?) Recognize bitch Gotta vendetta even though I been better Left him in the cold
b real krs peter gunz (ice cube) 1 2 3 4 hit it It's the men of steel bangin' with the drum hit it 4 3 2 1 Shaq b real B real Hip hop has plenty of
it's hard to tell the difference But we, as entertainers, have a responsibility To these kids, psyche If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
them and hang their soul it ain't no hoes here, McVay s got a scroll With names on it, dipped in b*ood, man I'm cold Chours Everyone Has Been Shot,
never will stand still I still run this here Feet don't fail me now I said feet don't fail me now I said feet don't fail me now [Verse 2 - B.o.B] Yea
white like a panda bear This is not a 911, this a Panamera Everybody starin', tryna see what I'm wearin' From the era, where M.O.B. mean money only better
Next is my man (Who?) Gary Gennew Half of the mob and a case of brew Rumpletilz with the Diggum Smacks A get through the door with the Cracker Jacks Classic from Medina cold