[Verse 1: Rick Ro$$]. I keep pimpin' to get in a bitch panties. I keeps spittin' the critics can not compare me. They put it simple I am Mr. Miami.. & my lil' pistol will flip over ya over [Incomprehensible].
One more time. . I was born in this hotel. Washing dishes in the sink. Magazines and free soda. Trying hard not to think. . Lay it on to the dawn. Everything we done is wrong.
I'm glad that you're near. I'm sad when you're here. This is what it's like to be me. I'm glad that you're here. I'm sad that you're near. This is what it's like to die alone..
{Hello. Yo Kam. Yo mom whats up, what's goin' on. Yo I can't meet you later yo. What happened?. Yo he stalkin' me. He in yo face like dat. Like dat yo hold on}.