Quiet Sound

[Ludacris] 
Track Mas-ter-rrrah! 
What means the world to me? Snappin bras, menage-a-trois 
What means the world to me? Smokin hash, slappin ass 
What means the world to me? Breakin laws, racin cars 
What means the world to me? Makin bail, A-T-L 

[Cam'Ron] 
Uhh, uhh 
What mean the world to me? 
When I bang hoes, sky blue Range Rov's 
Stop comin to my crib with your period 
Serious bitch, and you act like I ain't know 
I like my dishes deep, I like when I twist a freak 
I like when her man find out when the court came mouse 
Laugh when he went for me; I tell him 
Women are trife - yeah I been in your wife 
but do me a favor, dog 
Don't call here again in your life, I'm killer 
Atlanta I bubbled, in Memphis I hustled 
In Kansas I juggle, New York, all my muscle we tussle 
Listen you would too, if you knew 
what this game would do to you 
Been in this shit, two years Boo 
Look at all the bullshit I been through 
So called beef with you know who (who?) 
But I got max gats 
Nine nine's times nine, blow, blow, OW! (owww) 

[Ludacris] 
Let me tell 'em what'll mean the world 
Ludacris and a couple a girls 
You find a brotha runnin up in the girls 
I get 'em drunk, chugga-luggin the girls 
Ding-a-ling face huggin the girls 
I get late - think I'm up with the girls? 
Skeet, skeet, gone; it's all about that party 
Bacardi - motions, rub lotion, all over your body 
What means the world to me? 
A little head preferably, so I express this verbally 
And I don't care, I just want somebody to braid my hair 
Cause I keeps it nappy, I'm happy, and I got my word and ball 
That's all I need in this world, plus a little bit of alcohol 
A box of Phillies and tig ol' bitties in fifty cities 
I set it out after shows and the club is comin with me 
I'm black and proud, I'm black and loud, I'm black and high 
And it really mean the world to me 
if I live my life, stay black and die 

[??] 
Uhh, c'mon, yo, yo 
What mean the world to me? 
Gettin money fuckin girls for free 
On the corner hustlin from twelve to three 
Cook coke, make twelve from three, uhh 
Bottle up, it'll sell for three 
Two for five, sound well to me 
My coke so good have them fiends outside 
on line from twelve to three (uh-huh) 
And everything'll stop in the winter 
when I cop in the winter 
Come to your block in a drop in the winter 
Chinchilla top in the top of the drop in the winter 
Gotta make it hot in the winter, uhh 
Post on your block with the glock (?? ??) 

{*chorus*} 
[Cam] What mean the world to you? 
[Luda] Breakin laws, racin cars (HO!) 
[Cam] What mean the world to you? 
[Trina] My house, my rocks, and my Bentley drop (OW!) 
[Cam] What mean the world to you? 
[Trina] Shoppin sprees in a Prada shop (HO!) 
[Cam] What mean the world to you? 
[Cam] Ladies? (HO!) 
[Trina] Fellas (OW!) 
(HO!) (OW!) (HO!) (OW!) (HO!) (OW!) 

[Pimp C] 
Uhh, what mean the world to Pimp? 
My paper, steak and shrimp 
My bitches on the track 
For they daddy, bringin it back 
Pussy is still the best thing going 
I got a hoe like Jesse Owens 
I used to sell dope, ride dirty, cocaine scorin 
Sellin D wasn't for me, I gotta keep the prostitutes hoe'n 
Comin through, sittin low, in the C-F-I double-oh 
Platinum with the twenty inches 
Instrument to get the bitches 
Comin down, prancin 'round 
Gettin my dick sucked in every town 
Sweet Jones, fuck the clone 
Rippin wood, in the Brougham 
Bitch I got some game to sell 
and only money make my dick swell 
Hold up.. beitch, Sweet Jones 

[Bun B] 
Man, now what mean the world to me? 
Well, to me man, the world is mean 
Cause a - mean world is the only world 
that a mean man like me just care for seein 
Now ever-green I smoke, forever clean I croak 
The average Bun B Texas loc' 
The savage choked out, smoked out up in the mezzanine 
Now I'm just a fiend, hooked for the mic 
Bless the scene, look for the dyke 
I get a letter and know that we better 
Hit the hotel, do what I like 
What's that? Find a fresh one take it in 
Strip it, flip it, break it in 
My pimp game is rock solid 
There's no way for you to bring fakin in 
Now we makin men, outta boys, or makin boys wormy 
Cause we bust bigger guns, got bigger nuts 
And when they go off they make a lotta noise 
And I can't think of no prouder joys 
than money, big cheese and a girl or two sheeit 
That's what the world mean to me mayn 
Tell me what the world mean to you, huh 
That's what the world mean to me mayn 
Tell me what the world mean to you, huh 

[Trina] 
I know y'all wonder, who the female stunner, in the G-G-Hunter 
Ridin 'round town in a hot pink Hummer, hot like summer 
With the diamond bangles 
like Charlie's Angels, you can't knock my hustle 
And I need my bread up front playboy, cause I can't trust ya 
I'm just like a phone bill, if you don't pay me, ain't no conversation 
And money mean the world to me, that's why this bitch here paper chasin 
When it comes to the figures 
I'm way way worse than them hustlin niggaz 
With the ki's to the coke, for the mansion 
the Bentley and the keys to the boat 
I take that dick real, real, real deep to the throat 
I'm from the M-I-A, that's where I dwell, niggaz can't you tell 
I'm bad as hell, even my pussy smell like Chanelle 

{*chorus*} 
[Cam] What means the world to me? 
[Luda] Breakin laws, racin cars (HO!) 
[Pimp] What mean the world to Pimp? 
[Trina] Marble floors, platinum beds 
[Cam] What means the world to you? 
[Trina] Stacks of bread on my Gucci spread 
[Cam] What means the world to you? 
[Cam] Ladies? (HO!) 
[Trina] Fellas (OW!)