Lyrics:
lie to me
You mean a lot to me (3x)
Don’t die on me (3x)
When I grow up, I wanna be my dad doing music stuff
I heard he’s pretty cool, making moves
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
nothing to it
1, 2, 3, 4, come on baby say you love me
5, 6, 7 times
8, 9, 10, 11, I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine
Come out of your
three they danced on the sea
Four by four they danced on the shore
Five by five they tried to survive
Six by six they were playing with tricks.
How many
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was two
Grew up two little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The toes go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The toes go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The toes
1 is 5
5 x 1 is 5
10 ÷ 2 is 5
5 x 2 is 10
15 ÷ 3 is 5
5 x 3 is 15
Now, one more time, the division line.
5 ÷ 1 is 5
10 ÷ 2 is 5
15 ÷ 3 is 5
The ants are falling into line
The ants are falling into line
And all ten ants are falling in to line
The ants go marching one by one haroo,
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
wesh el entesar, lama 8erna 2adr
Arw7na t3bana, aho fel a5er kolo kada2 we kadr
Es7a m3ya ya sa7by el alb fe shemal
Darbna el msh salek hena 3al dema8
[Repeat x7]
I'm sing-ing-ing-ing in the rain ain ain
Ah ah ah ah ah
I start with a rhyme as I enter your mind
I hit so hard even Michael Jackson
to turn your muthafuckin body numb
And fuck the pen, cause if I go to jail again
I pop a plea, and I'm free, in 5 to 10 (outee)
A nigga talk shit so I
you ain't pleased, then tell me what I need
If you lie, I'll play the naive guy
Tell me ten strong, you got a closer look
I know I ain't ten long,
{What?}
Tell me a joke (why did the chicken cross the road?)
{To get five dollars from her baby daddy!}
Eheheheh (hahahahahah) you got that? {eheheh}
We
marching down around the town.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants came marching three by three.
Hurrah, hurrah!
The ants came marching three by three.
Hurrah,
down to the ground
To get out of the rain
Boom, boom, boom
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three
down to the ground
To get out of the rain
Boom, boom, boom
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three
to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
Two for the show
And three for
Barbiturates
For drugs sex money
And guns
The omnipotent
For dough boys
Rickies and treys
JOHN SINGLETON
Willie Jones
and Chrissy
We was kissin and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
zour to pou dir
oui oui oui oui
Meme sak koute to fr non non non non non
Sa fr moi plis envi (X2)
(Coup 3)
Mone gagne loterie, 5 million roupie
Ala ou
a soldier
Got 'em hopping over walls and climbing fences
Some of 'em John Travolta, stayin' alive by inches
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
Cops are
Cause shorty gotta fat ass
Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x)
She got a big fat...
Driving in my Five on the live side of town
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