(C-c-coming down, drippin' candy on the the ground) Take me off, take me off, take me off off The capital B means, I'm 'bout that life (If you 'bout it, 'bout it) (Well say you, well you say you) Listen, I been on, I been on, I been on Tell me who gon' take me

Nothing's impossible I have found For when my chin is on the the ground I pick myself up, dust myself off, start all over again Don't lose your confidence if you slip Be grateful for a pleasant trip And pick yourself up, dust yourself off off and start all over

Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama When you check it out 'Cause I'll be standing on the the side Bam bambam bambam bambam Bambambambam bambambambam When you get it off off your trip Don't you worry 'bout a thing, sugar Everybody's

I'm gonna fight 'em off off A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip rip it off off Taking their time right behind my back And I'm talkin' to myself at night Because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind Behind a cigarette And the the message

You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the the low ones off off me You´re a high ball shooter Well I´m a rock and roll preacher Not a Sunday school teacher You ain´t no shady lady But I love the the way you strut your stuff You´re a snow queen

10 Bands, 50 bands 100 bands, fuck it man Let's just not even discuss it man O-M-G Niggas sleep, I ain't trippin' I'ma let 'em sleep I ain't trippin' let 'em rest in peace I been in the the crib with the the phones off off I been at the the house taking no calls I done

Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') Bring me some pack, fasho', fasho' (Fasho') McLaren came with the the butterfly doors (Doors) I'm seventeen and I just made the the Forbes (Forbes) Unlimited drip fasho' (Woo) I give your daughter some coke (Uhh) This is

"Now let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a Unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of Kooley High,

Can't leave you lonely Adrenaline pumping, heart pacing, racing, altercations, we lit Blood drip stain the the ground, bug it down, you hit Same hood, different day, same whip, different clip, letting off off Somehow we end up in the the same shit She got herself

"Back to the the criminal set... but they can't catch me yet" - Ice Cube "Outside the the South Central area, few cared about the the violence Because - it didn't affect them." - Tom Brokaw "Break 'em off off somethin" - Don't trip you might break your neck {"break