Music: Brian, Lyrics: Tony] Lies, lies. Everything was lies... Not one truth, everything was a disguise from the start to the end. You were killing me
: Brian, Lyrics: Tony] Lies, lies. Everything was lies... Not one truth, everything was a disguise from the start to the end. You were killing me from
I fit the description A nigga has the stigma for pushing or pimpin' Police harass me and public embarrass me They use brutality without asking me I'm
see no justice All I see is niggas dying fast The sound of a gun blast Then watch the hurst past Just another day in the life 'G' Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me
move like a viking, a warrior, I shouldn't mean more to you, I'm the american dream, one man regime, Shorty love me like she love new shoes, Then she sure to investigate me
in half [Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}] Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy Make makin' millions look easy Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me Believe me
O. fucking turbo Gimme speed bikes booze and dames The all-american speedway right down into flames On the freeway to hell with my customized My v-8 baby keeps me
knocked me out I said you Shook me all night long You had me shaking and you Shook me all night long Yeah you shook me When you took me You really took
you know it's what you're good at The low road for the fast track Make every second last 'Cause I got your picture I'm coming with you Dear Maria, count me
ever seen Had the sightless eyes Tellin? me no lies Knockin? me out with those American thighs Takin? more than her share, Had me fightin? for air She told me
know (Ya say Bone Thugs) (u hear me?) I hear you I hear too (Just lovin it..love..... straight up Bone Thug Muzik) Yeah me too dog me too [Hook til fade
wit me But if you lie ta me and don't die for me Look in my eyes and see you can't hide from me Sleepwalk shit talk nigga That be running from niggas
the young ones are growing. We're the kids in America We're the kids in America Everbody lives for the music go round. Bright lights the music gets faster
that time would fly so fast miss america, tell me where you are can't believe I've gone and lost you just a photograph - just a memory to me ya we
Chorus:] We're the kids in America, We're the kids in America, Everybody live for the music around, We're the kids in America, we're the kids in America
: Living in the big city The American dream Is far roaming in the streets of greed Everywhere I turn I'm on a mission for more But I aint selling my
cat stacker, good wood packer, Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster, Platinum patrone splasher, fuck cris, spit atcha, I call it rich ignorant laughter, Black American