to see a stick-up kid So I think of all the devious things I did I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuttin funny Stop smilin, cause still don
Boss, all you bitch niggaz fail, I hit em up [Hook] Leave the North, when you see the Boss Get broke off, when you see the Boss Try to do me, but they
by Cause it's the message, comin straight from the BOSS! [Ced Gee] Your attention please, come on, let me try this This beat is funky - so I just made up
: Boss up Don't get me crossed up We like to drink the sauce up Toss money at the bar and floss up Boss up Y'all know who's the nicest I'm from
I do it before I hit you with the weapon Don't be spillin' liquor all over my shit, give me a second Shiiiit, anyway, see we gotta get it up, fillin bottles up
up in the air (Two times if you love good music) Hands up in the air (And three times for the baddest chick in the world) (Who got her hands up in the air) Hands up
Mona Lisa She good if I leave her, she got her own Visa Think about them when you about frontin' Think about stuntin' when you think about me I'm the boss
boss of you now, goddammit And what I mean is that I will no longer let you control me So you better hear me out, this much you owe me I gave up my
style a n-gga for a minute rhyme Let's be clear and lets be fair The best things in music's being offered here It's a round table full of bosses here
moppin', came up out the boulevard, that's why we go hard, cuz once upon a time we were at the bottom (bottom), and man i really hated being on the bottom, up, up
head like six midgets It just this code I live by, Represent the road I grew up by, And I see the game like an umpire. Mothafuck one time, and everything combined I am the boss
we twist shit, what change but the name? We still here, you rockin' wit the best Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks (Ahh) Who's the boss?
(Diddy) You gonna believe me now though Tryin' to get up in your body your spirit take your soul (Chorus) Come here girl Let me creep in your world
ain't on cue like us They don't fit the shoe like us Don't know who's who like us Strangers, ain't aware of the danger They head's up wit thoroughbred
Swoll up, y'all niggaz better hold up Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up Body get ripped up, and then sewed up Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (You can turn the track up a little bit for me) But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together (All up
Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands, I make them say Oh shit, the bitch got up