when I'm gone) Will you miss me? (Miss me when I'm gone) Will you miss me? (Miss me when I'm gone) Will you miss me when I'm gone? Perhaps you'll plant
when I'm gone When I'm gone (When I'm gone) When I'm gone (When I'm gone) Oh, I know you will miss me when I'm gone When I'm gone (When I'm gone
I'll be spyin' for work, I'ma go right on 'Cause when your life's gone, nigga there is no replacement And you got your work hid in the basement, I got
I got flow, I'm like sure, but if it's about dough, I'm like sure 'nuff I'm from the bird bunch, birdman J R, you niggaz bird lunch I see your lips
I mean I'm stunner junior Tha's all I know, that's all I ever knew Get money or get nothing You know what I'm saying and I feel that way for real So
I'm gone Gonna keep spittin' this shit for the hustlaz Gonna keep livin' this shit I'm gutless Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while
I'ma keep goin, and I swear I got a lump in my throat But I'ma keep on pumpin a float, So if I cry dont stop the beat, I feel like my heart just stopped
am I? I'm the best to ever spit I got that, "Hot Shit" like I'm Nelly and the Tics I pop a hot block dodge the cops and the dics Cause they want me gone
, she be gone for days She on that da-ah-diesel, she gone end up wit' AIDS I told her, I love her, I swear I just told her But you know what she said
I'm be-bopping Yeah skip when you hear that click Cash money nigga I'm that shit I leave the begging ungh! [Cassidy] That's what I'm talking about Now
for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here Gonna keep beatin this street
, M.O.P. "I don't claim to be" The Blueprint 2 is on it's way "Noooooooooo philosopher" I know y'all hear my footsteps out there, I'm comin "But I sure
gone for days She on that da-ah-diesel, she gone end up wit AIDS I told her I love her I swear I just told her but you know what she said to me? Everybody
I'm on my elite shit; you could tell I'm real Cause I'm getting hood loving, I ain't even talking street shit Young angel, young lion, I'm done trying I'm
the posters I gave a foe like a nigga was supposed ta [Twista] Shit, was wit the bogus bird, I don't want it I can tell when I rub my finger across