I'm just like you You don't need Just like you Yes, oh my god I'm just like you, you don't need, just like you Look at this I'm a coward too You don't need to hide, my friend For I'm just like you

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

Five fingers to the face You know I flaunt cha, cause' girl I really want cha And you looking nice, got me cooler than a bag of ice Now freeze, freeze, freeze, now go Drop it fast and move it real slow, oh! What, you smell so fruity I'm a pirate and

I want 2 eat u Smells like fish, tastes like chicken Cooking is so fun You look nice You look good enough to eat girl You’re making me hungry

Isn't it nice Human sacrifice I just want to thank you for all your advice Send me kisses when it's grey skies It's been so long look how time flies If you love me won't you let me know I've been trying to learn let you go Call my name whenever tears

Dem-dem-dem-dem dem-dem Dem-dem-dem-dem I, I, I, I-I, I-I, I (okay) I'm still fly, just bagged a white guy (okay) Ritchie like guy and I still eat Thai Want the Nicki cheat code? Come on, bitch, nice try Let's be real, all you bitches wanna look like me

Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah!) Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (thank, alright!) Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (aw, it's lit!) You can't see that on the road, I blank Murda on the beat so it's not nice What I bought (what you buy?) I'm

I need to hold the corner and then slow whine it One time, yeah Oh-oh-oh-oh Want me to feel like I'm new Want me to watch you do you Don't, girl, you look so nice But you're not nice, you're rude Look what you're putting me through I'd never do this to

So open it up and take a look 'Cause under the covers one discovers But a cover is not the book That the king may be a crook For a cover is nice A cover is nice Chapter titles are like signs And if you read between the lines You'll find your first

DTP we got them guns that go Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dikes But