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(feat. Notorious B.I.G.) [Akon] Akon and B.I.G. yea [Notorious B.I.G.] Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it Crystal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit 'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies Stories like a motherfucker Model bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with her She know I treats my bitches like Ivana Dolce and Gabana dippin' Big Poppa never slippin' H-class diamonds shinin' Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin' Smoking cigars in Bogota With Colombian niggas named Panama And Englique and shit Games we play life endin' Bitches bending over with ease For a pair of Moschino jeans And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped Singles on top Benjamins SongtexteUnder the rest of 'em Advancin' From duplex to mansion Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas VCR's in my V's Game elevates, money I make Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch Jet skiing in the Caribean, white sands Discusing plans with my mans Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system That leaves your rear views tremblin' What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude? Drop to your knees and show gratitude Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potent Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it [Chorus: Akon] Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine Looking for this hour glass of time Trying to find my purpose on this grand design Is there anybody out there living? 4-5-6 is on the streets, they shootin Is there any money out there for me? You just listen to this husler's story [Big Gee] Picture me, a product of these Scared lost, don't know what I'm suppose to be Shit cost, money never came to me When shit short, I suffered unshamelously The lord humble niggaz 'specially if they act like They too big for they draw when they stacks right Think I'm bullshittin? A bunch of niggaz back like Right back hungry, stacks gone, they forgot price I know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock I know some hold for the 'dro, we can't hit the cop I know a nigga workin 9-5 Been on 15 years, ain't got a car to drive I know some nigga wanna act hard, flicks pitch Fake jack boys, can't rob, get killed Got kin folk backyard big whips Escart that lift my homeboy this year [Chorus] [Akon] Akon While B.I.G. sittin up with Englique I'm on the coastline politican wit Jose We got the birds flyin in the coupe all day Tryin to find a new way to smugglin pure yay' We bout our business, ain't know small time fees If you ain't growin the 'caine then we ain't gon' meet See I'm the one when things get deep And my Africans will put yo' main man to sleep, now And Mexico far from the block Tryin to figure out how many glocks to a box, now Sellin arms as well as rocks in my socks If you could show me the money, here's the ki's to the lock, now Hey, you know the streets is my territory Ain't scared of nothin, let you fear it for me Hey, whether win, lose or draw Believe that death is waitin for all [Chorus] [Scarface] Face Mob in the buildin (Uh huh) Niggaz is quick to chop rocks and hot hands Make a break for it, get away for it, that was the plan (but) So the whole time, I been plottin on his man Caught him slippin and sleepin, I hit his ass wit the can, and Here's somethin that you can't understand How can one be so cold and snatch a nigga's soul? (Damn) I'm on some get back shit, there comes a time In every man's mind when it's deeper than dollar signs I been on the grind, got homies doin time Behind niggaz actin like bitches and bitches droppin dimes I'm duckin indicters, pussy just wet and wise Niggaz just ain't tellin, no, they know we let it slide But nah, we gotta ride and we gotta die So if you catch up to his ass before I catch him, give him mine The rats one thing a real nigga here dispise I'm a five K one killa, I set his ass on fire [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania