January 1, 2008
I Don’t Do Resolutions & Goals !
I Don't Do Resolutions & Goals !ohstaten
8 min - Jan 2, 2008
Staten Sobers of Stealth Ninja Marketing and Money Chat With Steph and Stat. Talks to you about her "Dont Do's"
I Don't Do Resolutions & Goals !ohstaten
8 min - Jan 2, 2008
Staten Sobers of Stealth Ninja Marketing and Money Chat With Steph and Stat. Talks to you about her "Dont Do's"
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2 min - Jan 2, 2008
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The Notorious B.I.G. - 03 - Hypnotize Feat. Pamela Long & Diddy - WITH LYRICS!ringtone1198756940
4 min - Jan 2, 2008
Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/The-Notorious-BIG/03--Hypnotize-Feat-Pamela-Long--Diddy/ Lyrics: Uhhh, uhhh, uh, c'mon Verse One Hah, sicka than your average Poppa Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there ery'night Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who do something to us, talk go through us Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us Who us Yeah, Poppa and Puff ehehehe Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 Take that, take that, take that, haha Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin nope So I just speak my piece, c'mon keep my piece Cubans with the Jesus piece thank you God, with my peeps Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's La-Di-Da-Di Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie uh-huh can't you see uh Sometimes your words just hypnotize me hypnotize And I just love your flashy ways uh-huh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid hah Verse Two I put hoes in NY onto DKNY uh-huh Miami, D.C. prefer Versace that's right All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino c'mon Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi haaaaah Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the shit Them niggaz ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks on the Lexus, LX, four and a half Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass At last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads Tits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars I still leave you on the pavement Condo paid for, no car payment At my arraignment, note for the plantiff Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement shhh Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy not guilty Richer than Richie, till you niggaz come and get me Chorus: Hypnotize lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie uh-huh can't you see huh Sometimes your words just hypnotize me hypnotize And I just love your flashy ways uh-huh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Verse Three I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit I can fill ya Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly Wreck it buy a new one Your crew run run run, your crew run run I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit flows girls say he's sweet like licorice So get with this nigga, it's easy Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian that's right Come up to your job, hit you while you workin uhh for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly Hit em wit the force like Obe, dick black like Toby Obe... Toby Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me Where the safe show me, homey.. say what, homey Chorus: Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie uh-huh can't you see uh Sometimes your words just hypnotize me hypnotize And I just love your flashy ways uh-huh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie uh-huh can't you see uh Sometimes your words just hypnotize me hip to And I just love your flashy ways uh-huh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid fades
4 min - Jan 2, 2008
Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/The-Notorious-BIG/03--Hypnotize-Feat-Pamela-Long--Diddy/ Lyrics: Uhhh, uhhh, uh, c'mon Verse One Hah, sicka than your average Poppa Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there ery'night Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who do something to us, talk go through us Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us Who us Yeah, Poppa and Puff ehehehe Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 Take that, take that, take that, haha Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin nope So I just speak my piece, c'mon keep my piece Cubans with the Jesus piece thank you God, with my peeps Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's La-Di-Da-Di Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie uh-huh can't you see uh Sometimes your words just hypnotize me hypnotize And I just love your flashy ways uh-huh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid hah Verse Two I put hoes in NY onto DKNY uh-huh Miami, D.C. prefer Versace that's right All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino c'mon Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi haaaaah Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the shit Them niggaz ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks on the Lexus, LX, four and a half Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass At last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads Tits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars I still leave you on the pavement Condo paid for, no car payment At my arraignment, note for the plantiff Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement shhh Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy not guilty Richer than Richie, till you niggaz come and get me Chorus: Hypnotize lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie uh-huh can't you see huh Sometimes your words just hypnotize me hypnotize And I just love your flashy ways uh-huh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Verse Three I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit I can fill ya Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly Wreck it buy a new one Your crew run run run, your crew run run I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit flows girls say he's sweet like licorice So get with this nigga, it's easy Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian that's right Come up to your job, hit you while you workin uhh for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly Hit em wit the force like Obe, dick black like Toby Obe... Toby Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me Where the safe show me, homey.. say what, homey Chorus: Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie uh-huh can't you see uh Sometimes your words just hypnotize me hypnotize And I just love your flashy ways uh-huh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie uh-huh can't you see uh Sometimes your words just hypnotize me hip to And I just love your flashy ways uh-huh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid fades
4 min - Jan 2, 2008
Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/The-Notorious-BIG/03--Hypnotize-Feat-Pam-From-Total/ Lyrics: Uhhh, uhhh, uh, c'mon Verse One Hah, sicka than your average Poppa Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there ery'night Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who do something to us, talk go through us Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us Who us Yeah, Poppa and Puff ehehehe Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 Take that, take that, take that, haha Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin nope So I just speak my piece, c'mon keep my piece Cubans with the Jesus piece thank you God, with my peeps Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's La-Di-Da-Di Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie uh-huh can't you see uh Sometimes your words just hypnotize me hypnotize And I just love your flashy ways uh-huh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid hah Verse Two I put hoes in NY onto DKNY uh-huh Miami, D.C. prefer Versace that's right All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino c'mon Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi haaaaah Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the shit Them niggaz ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks on the Lexus, LX, four and a half Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass At last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads Tits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars I still leave you on the pavement Condo paid for, no car payment At my arraignment, note for the plantiff Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement shhh Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy not guilty Richer than Richie, till you niggaz come and get me Chorus: Hypnotize lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie uh-huh can't you see huh Sometimes your words just hypnotize me hypnotize And I just love your flashy ways uh-huh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Verse Three I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit I can fill ya Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly Wreck it buy a new one Your crew run run run, your crew run run I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit flows girls say he's sweet like licorice So get with this nigga, it's easy Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian that's right Come up to your job, hit you while you workin uhh for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly Hit em wit the force like Obe, dick black like Toby Obe... Toby Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me Where the safe show me, homey.. say what, homey Chorus: Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie uh-huh can't you see uh Sometimes your words just hypnotize me hypnotize And I just love your flashy ways uh-huh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie uh-huh can't you see uh Sometimes your words just hypnotize me hip to And I just love your flashy ways uh-huh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid uh Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid fades
5 min - Jan 1, 2008
Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/The-Notorious-BIG/10--Come-On-Feat-Sadat-X/ Lyrics: Notorious B.I.G. Nigga was motherfkin HYPED UP Nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga and it was on from there The motherfker there wasn't nuttin stoppin him What what did the rest of his niggaz do Man the motherfkers was just ready for anything Them niggaz was packin burners Them niggaz was ready to fight whatever we had to do holmes Niggaz was on the real flipout holmes It was just comin out like a motherfker The nigga amped be like COME ON, COME ON MOTHERFKER Chorus: repeat 8X Come on motherfkers, come on samples play over second half of chorus Man what you fk doin over here Are you awake now Hell yah I'm awake man now tell me what the fk is goin on here Looks like the competition stopped by to pay us a little visit, and check us out Sadat X Let's go deep into the phrase, beautiful sunrays off the baldhead, everything is real Biggie me put on this joint so I'ma be the big wheel Watch it Slim, hey Dad, place yo' bet on seven Peace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn with 22's in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready Notorious B.I.G. Uhhh well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat Release the BRAINSTORM, to make your motherfkin BRAIN WARM A strange form, somethin kind of lyrical Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual Well In God We Trust, guns I bust Got that disgustin, sewer style dumpin and that uhh singin do you knowwwwww, where you're goin to Do you like the things that I bring rappin Make an emcee wanna sing for a livin Take the beatdown we fkin givin, c'mon motherfker Chorus Sadat X Come On lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com What Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block when I told y'all last week, that shit was too hot Sellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimes Somebody gon' get paid, somebody block get sprayed Reaction is delayed as y'all run down the block Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts Hey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'ma hit em where it hurts The big city it don't spare no bodies Call me papichulo, to all the spanish mamis I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or fo' stouts Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses Hey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the glock I'ma tell him it can happen, don't play me with that rap shit Life is real, so Biggie take the steel Chorus Notorious B.I.G. Uhh I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end You can't touch my riches Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot glocks HAH, that's how I got the weed spot I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs I give emcees the runs drippin when I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K My slow flows remarkable Peace to Matteo Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello That's crazy blunts, mad L's My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells Oh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening So you better grab your pistol cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fkin shit spill And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it Sadat said fk it, you got a gun, nigga bust it Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya Big Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper Signin off is the hardcore rap singer a.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga Chorus
Tom Hoobler on millionaire 2/2Sashinator0
10 min - Jan 1, 2008
millionaire who wants to be tom hoobler winner champion
4 min - Jan 1, 2008
Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/The-Notorious-BIG/04--Hope-You-Niggas-Sleep-Feat-Hot-Boys--Big-Tymers/ Lyrics: Biggie Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser Watch me erase ya, misplace ya Put you in the back with the derelicts Yeah, I pop plenty shit Chump, I'm making hits No time for the crack rock and shit Took it to another level Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass The Brooklyn born Teflon don, wrecking shop Getting props, proving nobody drops Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit And niggas just can't understand it I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton You know my shit is hitting Yeah ya'll a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls Kicking flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in they drawers For the burner, catch a body I got styles like karate Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you Like a cantaloupe Hope you got a rope to hang yourself I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop Not even Lois Lnae could get the scoop What you think I'm stupid My crew is mad deep I hope you niggas sleep B.G. I throw a bomb through you window Burn you up and your hoe I catch your mama going to therapy And cut her throat You lil' sister walking home from school I abduct her, then I fk her I hit ya park close up with the Louisville Slugger BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfker I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters Cluckers, you know I got'em 2 for 1 my nigga I'm on V.L. if you want me, get some my nigga, come on Big Tymer Thuggin is my thing, if I'm beefing I'm banginhg Slanging, it's in my nature, gotta be about my paper Haters, I don't like'em, bitches, I don't trust'em Hope You Niggas Sleep lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com Niggas, I can't stand'em, I creep down and pluck'em Strap say in my hand, I gotta protect mine Niggas trying to pull it off, pop goes the nine That's how it gotta be in these uptown streets And a nigga like me, I play the game for keep Juvenile I remember when niggaz slang heroin up in balloons I paid attention to everything , from killings to cartoons Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room Bitch on some ol' nigga fk wit me I'ma do 'em shit Nigga give me dope, I accept it, but don't respect him Put my foot in they rectum right after I dome check 'em I be popping D, smoking weed, and full of that Hennesey Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary Everybody whisper in ears when they gone mention me I been out doing it for years, since elementary Real good relationship with guns and drugs Because my whole neighborhood consist of crook and thugs Everything is my own shit cause I don't fk with scrubs I don't need you harassing me when I'm up in the club Trying to hustle a nigga, asking me for a dub Quarter, ki's, and halfs is what I sling, cause that's what I love Turk I know you bitches know that I ain't to be played with Dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split They die quick, fkin' with Turk, wodie get whacked Spend a bin with Kevin and Randy leave ya flat on you back and trust that, ain't bout to let no nigga steal me Fk that, I bust back with 223 Big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep Innocent people move 'cause somebody fix'n to get split Lil' Wayne Na, Na, it's iceberg shorty, Lordy have mercy Come from under my shirts and flip'em and reverse'em I'm coming so alert them Ur, Ur fore I hurt them, desert eagle bursting You haven't seen the worst and I'm right near you and my gun blast quick, dog Could kill you so run, dash, get gone Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog I ain't got bricks dog, nigga break it off, what Puff Daddy Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again And we won't stop, get money niggas
The Notorious B.I.G. - 04 - Hope You Niggas Sleep Feat. Hot Boys & Big Tymers - WITH LYRICS!ringtone1615668991
4 min - Jan 1, 2008
Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/The-Notorious-BIG/04--Hope-You-Niggas-Sleep-Feat-Hot-Boys--Big-Tymers/ Lyrics: Biggie Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser Watch me erase ya, misplace ya Put you in the back with the derelicts Yeah, I pop plenty shit Chump, I'm making hits No time for the crack rock and shit Took it to another level Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass The Brooklyn born Teflon don, wrecking shop Getting props, proving nobody drops Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit And niggas just can't understand it I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton You know my shit is hitting Yeah ya'll a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls Kicking flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in they drawers For the burner, catch a body I got styles like karate Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you Like a cantaloupe Hope you got a rope to hang yourself I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop Not even Lois Lnae could get the scoop What you think I'm stupid My crew is mad deep I hope you niggas sleep B.G. I throw a bomb through you window Burn you up and your hoe I catch your mama going to therapy And cut her throat You lil' sister walking home from school I abduct her, then I fk her I hit ya park close up with the Louisville Slugger BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfker I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters Cluckers, you know I got'em 2 for 1 my nigga I'm on V.L. if you want me, get some my nigga, come on Big Tymer Thuggin is my thing, if I'm beefing I'm banginhg Slanging, it's in my nature, gotta be about my paper Haters, I don't like'em, bitches, I don't trust'em Hope You Niggas Sleep lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com Niggas, I can't stand'em, I creep down and pluck'em Strap say in my hand, I gotta protect mine Niggas trying to pull it off, pop goes the nine That's how it gotta be in these uptown streets And a nigga like me, I play the game for keep Juvenile I remember when niggaz slang heroin up in balloons I paid attention to everything , from killings to cartoons Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room Bitch on some ol' nigga fk wit me I'ma do 'em shit Nigga give me dope, I accept it, but don't respect him Put my foot in they rectum right after I dome check 'em I be popping D, smoking weed, and full of that Hennesey Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary Everybody whisper in ears when they gone mention me I been out doing it for years, since elementary Real good relationship with guns and drugs Because my whole neighborhood consist of crook and thugs Everything is my own shit cause I don't fk with scrubs I don't need you harassing me when I'm up in the club Trying to hustle a nigga, asking me for a dub Quarter, ki's, and halfs is what I sling, cause that's what I love Turk I know you bitches know that I ain't to be played with Dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split They die quick, fkin' with Turk, wodie get whacked Spend a bin with Kevin and Randy leave ya flat on you back and trust that, ain't bout to let no nigga steal me Fk that, I bust back with 223 Big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep Innocent people move 'cause somebody fix'n to get split Lil' Wayne Na, Na, it's iceberg shorty, Lordy have mercy Come from under my shirts and flip'em and reverse'em I'm coming so alert them Ur, Ur fore I hurt them, desert eagle bursting You haven't seen the worst and I'm right near you and my gun blast quick, dog Could kill you so run, dash, get gone Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog I ain't got bricks dog, nigga break it off, what Puff Daddy Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again And we won't stop, get money niggas
4 min - Jan 1, 2008
Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/Kanye-West/Through-The-Wire/ Lyrics: Yo G they can't stop me from rapping can they Can they huh I spit it through the wire man To much stuff on my heart right now man I'll probably risk it all right now It's a life or death situation man Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man It's your boy Kayne to the.... Chi-Town what's going on man Verse 1 I drink a Boost for breakfast, and Ensure for dizzert Somebody ordered pancakes I just sip the sizzurp That right there could drive a sane man beserk Not to worry the Mr. H to the Izz-O's back to wizzerk How do you console my mom or give her light support Telling her your sons' on life support And just imagine how my girl feel On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like EMMITT TILL She was with me before the deal she been trying to be mine She a delta so she been throwing that dynasty sign No use of me tryna be lyin I been trying to be signed Trying to be a millionaire How I use two lifelines In the same hospital where BigGIE SMALLS died The doctor said I had blood clots But I ain't Jamaican man Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band I swear this right here, is history in the making man I really apologize how I sound right now man This ain't fair at all man They got my mouth wired shut for like I don't know the doctor said for like six weeks You know we had reconstru.... I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw Looked in the mirror half my jaw was missing and half my mouth I couldn't believe it But im still here for yall right now man This is what I gotta say yo Through The Wire lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com Yeah, turn me up yeah Verse 2 What if somebody from the Chi that was ill got a deal on the hottest rap label around but he wasn't talking bout coke and birds it was more like spoken word Except he really putting it down And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory And what we need to do in the game Good dude, Bad night, Right place, Wrong time In the blink of an eye his whole life changed If you could feel how my face felt you would know how Mase felt Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe belt I swear to God drive a two on the sue I got lawyer for the case to keep whats in my safe-safe My dawgs couldn't tell if I, I look Tom Cruise on Vanilla Sky IT WAS TELEVISED THERE'S BEEN AN accident like GEICO They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael I must gotta angel Cause look how death missed his ass Unbreakable, would you thought they called me Mr. Glass Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past Toys R Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash And I still wont grow up, I'm a grown ass kid Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire Know what im saying When the doctor told me I had a um.. I was goin to have a plate on my chin I said dawg don't you realize I'll never make it on the plane now Its bad enough I got all this jewelry on Can't be serious man