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Sick Of It All My Little World

, set in my ways A limited life don't want to change Slow down it's not time to go Don't want to leave my little world What makes us afraid of progress

Stubborn, set in my ways A limited life don't want to change Slow down it's not time to go Don't want to leave my little world What makes us afraid of

my Sean John jeans I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me Pop bottles, models be all on me You all gon' see how it's all gon' be Front on me an' see where

shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my

even on my muthafucking resume dog aye my nigga if I did take you out the game my nigga it was my mutha-fcking pleasure to move fucking move you out my

World it's Little full clip me Got that wake yo ass up can't let the bullshit sleep It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It's Young Money We take money It

I'm on top of my game and it don't stop, 'til my hip don't hop anymore When you so good that you can't say it, 'cause it ain't even cool for you to sound

kill it on the floor Steal it quick on the floor, on the floor Don't stop keep it moving Put your drinks up Its getting ill it's getting sick on the floor

runnin Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out How many of y'all