Strife, everlasting, Dawn of a new age. Freed from all they endured, A new life awaits thee all. A new life awaits thee all, A new life awaits. Rise
Baby you're the only reason That this ain't my favorite season I spend all my time just counting the days And I wish you would come and see me Or at
I really want you to notice I really wish you could see I wrote this song all about you And what you do to me You really make me sick Feel like I'm
don't let me get that first draw, and I'ma toast ya I'ma shoot'cha in the jaw first, then get some more You know I bust heads, gotta jack it like a brand new
Why you buy all the gun's if you ain't got enough beef The shit I spit will cause an all out riot In my new 4 fifth will cause a hollow tip die Im the
need holes to know that the leads hot I'm prepared for anything tonight as long as its not a head shot The bigger the rim the bigger the tire Hollow
wooo Haha G unit! we got those semi automatics and we got them revolvers we those niggaz that you should get at if you got a problem when those hollow
I say if he asks "what's new?" "nothin what's with you?" nothin much to do Chorus So if you walking down the street some time And spot some hollow
part the matted overgrowth to read the carven elegy some think it so haunting to be drawn to the cemetery ground as we there's a stillness here thankful found born in New
Bang with the outlaw click, six since I came out, pull out my pistol, And blow your brains out, pull it my every word like I bullet hollow point stab
Nigga it's Purple City Byrd Gang Yea i hope you heard man what i'm talkin bout Eagle surroundin you get back when the hawk is out Me im what New York
Cent] This is nothin' new, I been in the position before Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door Different day, same shit, old mac, new clip Thirty two hollow
G-Unit Aww nigga don't trip [Verse 1- 50 Cent] I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam Murcielago, top down, nigga damn I'm the biggest crook from New
ya cap peeled nigga you know the drill, Brownsville Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo Feed the wolves, they eat the food And they ?? fathom too nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New
over money and whores But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours [Verse] Aint nutin changed, niggaz doin the same old shit Them new Hollow tips
Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out Thug babies, famous in they strollers Before they walk they knew the hood talk It's in the air of New York
named Gayle Stash in the floor in case I got to make bail Happy New Year I got some liquor, got some hoes Got the music playing come and have fun Happy New