Lyrics:
Black man, born free
At least that's the way it's supposed to be
Chains that binds him are hard to see
Unless you take this walk with me
Place
My mother maybe and my brother too
To raise the stake to pay for you
To get you from his side
And then I'll watch keep one eye open
Halfway
the one
I'm supposed, or used to be like
Have a lil' bit of hope, a lil' bit of trust in me
Have a lil' bit of patience that's enough for me
A lil' bit
I want my friends to have millions
We only get it by risking
I want my friends to have millions
We only get it by risking
I take the risk you call
than a nigga can withstand
Remember me? Untouched by any emcee
I add verbal assault to your mental injury
Cause I'm the vogit, toat it, quote it
Ladies and Gentleman (yeah)
Drama, Mr. Thanksgiving
(Drama) Jazze, we got one, big homie
(If you ain't got your ones yet, too late you
a cutie, we spoonin'
Take it back and take a look at yourself
Take the lesson, put it all in the air
Too many days gone by
Sittin' by the phone, waitin'
that I dissed her,
'cause I wouldnt kiss her,
But I got her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha,
Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta,
All these moves
the richest
All those times that we spent by the pool girl
Was too broke to even take you to the zoo girl
Maybe its because I had you girl
Was thinking
you met me I been on my Gretzky
Ninety-nine on my jersey no skates
I paid my dues
I'm still paying em too
You lil shooters really couldn't put a foot in
out, now she feels deserted and used
'Cause he left, so what? He did it first to her too
Now how am I supposed to tell this girl that we're through?
Yeah, Mr Biggs hold on, hold on, hold on
Yeah, well not because of my size
Hey, yo, hey yo hey ho, haha
I might as well get me a bitch to
Say my name
successful and have enemies, uh
Be unsuccessful too, and you can have friends
I got these niggas, Breezy, don't worry 'bout it
Let that bitch breath
I
sauce on 'em like Ragu
Say you gettin' money, I got a bag too
That's right two, nigga
Too official with that pistol
I'm gon' shoot that
Have some young
by the screen door
Wants to play catch
Go fetch
I got you here next to me
Head on my shoulder, hand on my knee
Tell me, girl, how am I supposed
will understand
Will always be by my side
I pray the Lord so I can find
My Mr. Right
So who can it be the one for me
I need
Someone that I can
the money, Imma need some fuckin' goggles
Its better to give, but we don't give a fuck about 'em
I just came home, shit then got real hoe
Lil' Weezy-ana,
successful and have enemies, uh
Be unsuccessful too, and you can have friends
I got these niggas, Breezy, don't worry 'bout it
Let that bitch breath
I
in mayonnaise
Says Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Hey, thanks a lot Doc my arm's feeling great
Oh, by the way, could you
and down
Just hit it all around
This love it feels so right
Bring it hold me too
Lil' Kim:
Lil' Kim, you don't know what type of chick this is
Number one
MR. JEFFERSON
Well, Joanna - We're off
I tried you at the office
And they said you're stage managing or something
MRS. JEFFERSON
Remind her that
to bring and show you
Caught ya with the trickster too
Sometimes I wonder how ya knew
A hypnotist, fancy talker
Ruben Remus ain't no doctor
I knew the man
this pretty big one, I really said she was going too fast
And then I turn my sirens on and pulled her over
I'm not surprised by the questions she acts
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
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