Lyrics:
If I ain't got nothin'
If I ain't got nothin'
One plus one, plus one, plus one
Plus one, plus one, plus one equals two
Yeah, I'm sayin'
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
sat in it
Why you cringe if my voice got lad in it
Get fucked
By a H 2 Dubba like me get rocked on sight if you not
Don't you ever distance too far
out of holes by hustling
To [????] hold your pain or either a fever
And held a target side Buddha, now I'm looser
I fantasise about this [????] I
man but when the gat is in my hand
You can bet my monkey ass is comin' out on top
LA hustlers can't live without money
So before I make sense I
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
another broken heart
I keep bitches by them two's nigga, Noah's Ark
I got a seven on me
I call my dro' Lamar
Plus a Trojan in my pocket, Matt Leinart
Would you go back if you could?
I don't think I would
Catch you by my side
Walkin' backwards over bridges we crossed
Is how you get lost
I can't
Just when they thought I was done for the summer
Came out the cupboard, show my ass like a plumber
I ain't Chinese, but you're worth two dolla
Tee
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
of one-nine-eight-eight
L.A. Unified School M A H
A gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break
In South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?
I'm Chali 2
W-i-double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more
New York's ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up
What more can I say?
one
I rhyme about what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doin' like lesser than a bomb do
T-H-E M-C O-F R-A-P T-O L-double O-K
A-T I-N T-H
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
And hi, ho, hand me my shovel
I'm liable to dig my hole deeper
And it's off to H-E double hockey sticks I go
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm
W-i-double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more
New York's ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up
What more can I say?
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If being right means being without you
I'd rather live a wrong doing life
Your mama and daddy say
If loving you is wrong, I don't wanna be right
If being right means being without you
I'd rather live a wrong-doing life
Your mama and daddy say
If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right
If being right means being without you, I'd rather live a wrongdoing life
Your mama and dad
By All Means Necessary
Written, produced, directed, by Blastmaster KRS-One
Mixed, by DJ Doc
And now.. it's TIME.. to GET {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
BDP
a stand,
Built a brand, with his own two hands,
A tale of rags to riches, the humble man. (Y - H - A!)
Lives to inspire, helps others on their way,
Knows
thinking
The road you wanna take will leave you sinking
You wanna roll around with your crew
Tow drunks,
gang bangs,
steal cars
Doing all of these
with the laser, hot police taser
Step in real close, I hit your throat with the razor
You want to live or die, it's your decision
Talk shit, you're
your crew that's why your stage show's wack!
So let the sleeping and assuming and the B.S. stop
Because, Naughty is to live and die for Hip Hop
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