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

To give you what you need 9 to 5 motherfuckers As we proceed Get live motherfuckers J.M. motherfuckers Get live motherfuckers Get high motherfuckers Ready to die motherfuckers As we proceed (Who shot ya?)

I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya Either I'm witcha or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talkin' to the rap inventor ***** wit the game

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) Yeah, mothafuckas better know I'm a bad bad bad Lock your windows, close your doors Biggie Smalls My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my crib Turned his self

C'mon she almost there push c'mon C'mon c'mon push it's almost there One more time c'mon C'mon push baby one more time Harder harder push harder Push push c'mon One more time here it goes

Come on, motherfuckers, come on The motherfucker was amped Nigga was motherfuckin' hyped up The nigga just grabbed a nigga,snuffed a nigga And it was on from there, the motherfucker, was not stopping him homes (What the rest of his niggas do?) Man, them

It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me I don't know what they want from me Now, who's hot, who not? Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores? You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue

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,

Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died When I die, fuck it I wanna go to (hell) 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make

Somebody gotta die If I go, you gotta go Let the gunshots blow Nobody gotta know That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop Oops! I'm