It seems such a waste of time If that's what it's all about Mama if that's movin' up Then I'm movin' out I'm movin' out You oughta know by now I'm moving out Anthony works in the grocery store Savin' his pennies for someday

Can't nobody do your body like my body I'm sorry, your mama know what it is I'll write your name on the living room wall There she go looking like my future baby mama I'm about to give her all of her grandkids Singin' there she go looking like my future

Lit for your love baby, lit for your love (Live for your love) (How much I feel, I live for your love) Lit for your love baby (Straight up!) Yeah, you know we good You talkin' about this shit but whatever We can go back and forth all day That's that

World Star before rap, you already know that So Fresh Prince, they are about to bring the show back Listening to Kilo, weekend cost a kilo Hair so long, I'm about to bring the fro back Phone call gotta say Moshi Moshi Girlfriend actin' all washy washy

Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a ginsu Look at the life that I've been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars Who you thought "Kick In The Door" was for? But that's

I'm gonna stand on a rooftop, climb up a mountaintop Baby, scream and shout I want to sing it on the radio, show it on a video Baby, leave no doubt I want the whole world to know just what I'm all about I love to love you out loud I have always been a

Away from Hollywood girls in the Valley I know that all 'em Tweets you posting is about me I'll stay out of Cali for a while I would know exactly how you felt but we don't talk now Used to hold you naked in my arms, I know you're gone now Everything was

That's where it is It's in his kiss If you want to know if he loves you so Whoa hug him and squeeze him tight Find out what you want to know If it's love, if it really is It's there in his kiss How about the way he acts Oh no! That's not the way

Where the real nigga ride and the rest die Ay don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about You catch a lick and do your time, you don't testify Never trust the word of a dope fiend Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up If that

I got the mad man blues Man don't you know, don't you know I go home at night about half past four All that knocking on my door I love these women, gonna treat them right Ain't gonna fuss and ain't gonna fight You beg me now baby and not before I'm gonna