I put the drop on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew? Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime (Drop that shit)Yeah, yeah, check

'Cause we're not sorry, we're not sorry I put my best foot forward I keep my family by my side I sleep with one eye open I'm for real when I say I got an army Stand down if you think you can harm me Come for my people, you'll be sorry So think about the

Shitted on 'em, Man I just shitted on 'em Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em Put your number two's in the air if you did it on 'em All these bitches is my sons And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids

Hey Mister D.J. Put a record on I want to dance with my baby Music makes the people come together Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel And when the music starts I never want to stop It's gonna drive me crazy

It's no roof so they can see me shine No roof so they can see me shine Only a matter of time It's dedicated, put it all to the grind It's no roof so they can see me shine, woah Wasn't for this music, I'll proly be dead Instead I'm on top and I'm countin'

Tell me that it isn't true All of those awful things that I have heard I don't want to believe them, all I want is your word I have heard rumors all over town They say that you're planning to put me down All I would like you to do Is tell me that it

But just put those colors on, girl Come and paint the world with me tonight Come and play along with me tonight Trust me, I know life is scary You gotta learn to let go, put the past behind you Trust me, I know, the ghosts will try to find you I used to

You better wave bye bye So put your hands up high Now wave them side to side Now when I pull out the nine Break through anything I'm face to face with It's true, you gon' make me lose my patience 'Cause victory is mine and I'mma take it So take a page

Gettin' money is what I do Gettin' money is what I do, thought you knew The hustle continues Gettin' money is, gettin' money is Put your mind to, something you want Getin' money is, gettin' money is It come true I remember all the nights on different

Fame, fame, fame, fame Fame, fame, fame Fame makes a man take things over Fame lets him loose, hard to swallow Fame puts you there where things are hollow (fame) Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame That burns your change to keep you insane