brings drawbacks Look how this shit bumps Once I deliver these war raps Meet me at the cemetary Dressed in Black Tonight we Follow the dead And those
: it's the 21st century and Elvis is still dead and we're not wearing oxygen bubbles around our heads and New Year's wasn't doom and not a damn thing
on 20s in the juky drop top So never show love wit ya left hand You'll lose 5 liters of blood a thug's a dead man (come on) (50 Cent) G Unit soliders
50 cent.. Are you ready? [Gun click] I said are you ready? See you wit me nigga? DROP DEAD. [mumbles:] Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop "G UNIT
got tattoos as well as lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday
bitch in the eye Look, don't play games with me baby The temptation, the wait, is driving me crazy Come on give me some ass girl... WHAT UP! I don't wanna make love
a couple times you'll have to change your heart Have doc usin donors, dead niggas with spare parts You come back wit lungs of a snitch, an the heart of a dead
to chit chat girl I wants to hit that I wanna get it on till the early morn I'm already bone trying to get some loving girl you dead wrong fronting like
out in Cali with my eyes open barely Blowin' and spinnin', goin' down Bennett Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it Red light stop, make it drop for
and you, we've got to let this go... I know she hopes I choke on this last drink, drop dead before my influence gets to her head... She said, "I'll love
: A freight train to the right feeling that sting of pride It's fucking with me it's fucking with you All's fair in love and war until you say it isn
it to your face I hear your little chatter sayin that the Bone done Smilin in my presence hatin on that Thug love But Bone got a category, fanbase thug love
Curfew nigga, get ta fuck up outta here off my block [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] Who servin' tha fiends Hundred thousands of green For the love of money Cash
humble now I'm like fuck that I gotta get mine They try to show a nigga love, but fuck that it ain't no love Cause in the game you get fucked every time
?? don't touch that And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love You can't dust on these bustas, so they die They only got love for those who love
to (When you stuck shit outta luck) (And ain't got no hustle to make that buck dog) Could you tell me where you run to (When the road you on is a dead
it on his forehead make some moves Send flowers straight to his home put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama Tell her he was dead wrong dead
is after me murder redrum redrum redrum [Layzie] You niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation Yeah you the next to get dropped I don't