ترانه:
Alabina

Born with a baseball and a bat in his hand Daddy had him swinging from the time he could stand Out in the sandlot he was king at the plate He kept his

when life closes in praise seems the pain wont end praise with all you have with all you can lift your voice and praise when all hope sems lost praise

Thursday night, everything's fine Except you've got that look in your eye When I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring You're thinking of something

Oh, this fuckin' kid, yo, can't deny it Don't get it twist, get it fixed Yo Dunn straight up, yo this is how we do Straight up Let me start from the

[Remy:] This is, this is, this is this, this is [Fat Joe:] R to the Eezy [Remy:] Listen, listen, listen, listen [Fat Joe:] M to the wizzeye, u so

[Diddy] Hey yo Twista, it's about that motha fuckin time again. Time to let these niggas know, The originator, never to be duplicated. King of that machine

I feel like I'm too hard to die, man I feel like I can't see faded, you know? I feel like can't no nigga fade me I feel like I'm the hardest nigga to

I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it 'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic Old material bitch, gold-digging for them tender dicks A real nigga

You gon save that? Na na na na naaaaaa Na na na na naaaaaa Yea Thug niggas don't live that long (Thug niggas don't live that long) Before they gone