Me casa, you casa, O I ain't lookin' for no wife I just wanna give dick to ya Hit the club, drink ass on ice but ya hit the pussy good, Am I doing the thing for you? Girl, show me how ya work that thing You make a motherfuckin' thug Wanna sing and baby,

Don't hate the player Just hate the game You break the rules nigga, I'll do the same What you gonna do when they come for you? When they come for you? This is gonna come back around It's the ten wife commandments A step-by-step booklet for you to get 1,

Well I'm fuckin' you tonight You must be used to me spendin' And all that sweet winin' and dinin' Can you feel me? And another one Here's another one 'Cause I can feel you Uhh, uhh, what

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 1, 2, 3, and... Now they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man Can't tell that to a dingy old man Who see a young nigga getting plently dough man Icy Audemar, Hendy gold band With a mean girl

Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want What you want, be what you want, have what you want, be what you want Good evenin' ladies and

Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz Theres no we, it seems I can't get free Sombody tell me what's happenin to me The country bud got me chokin I'm on a mission to the point motherfuckers think I'm smokin Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the

Can I live 'til my last day Hittin' honies that be nasty Gettin' money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still can't let you pass me Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats

Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks, Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one, Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat Armed and dangerous,

(feat. P. Diddy, Eminem, Obie Trice) Ih.. ih, ih (it has been) It has been, it has been, it has been It has been said, that there has been known to be bloodshed Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead {what?} Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite,

Fuck bitches, get money, fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money You want to sip Mo' on my living room flo' Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home" Sex all night, mad head in the morn' Spin my