Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
First line; should it be about the hoes or the ice?
Don't spend no money, ain't got no clothes
Rubberband together in cashless bundles
I brought you brothers here to start our own fraternity
Why's everything that suppose to be bad make me feel so good?
The doors was closed, I felt like Bad Boy's street team
You mean I missed my major by a couple of seconds?
Sometimes I feel that music is the only medicine
You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie
This was founded years ago, by broke slaves
And I vow that my child will be well endowed, like his daddy
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today
I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine
Take 'em to the show and talk all through the movies
But they gon' have to take my life 'fore they take my drive
You don't see that we hurt? But still
Yeah, She's a triflin' friend indeed
I've called this private meeting today because there is a imposter among us
Oh, ho-ho-ho! I knew I was gon' see, I knew I was gon' see you again
Addiction
Bring Me Down
Celebration
Crack Music
Diamonds From Sierra Leone
Drive Slow
Gold Digger
Gone
Heard 'Em Say
Hey Mama
Late
My Way Home
Roses
Skit No. 1
Skit No. 2
Skit No. 3
Skit No. 4
Touch the Sky
Wake Up Mr. West
We Major
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