you really tell me what This means to be in love with someone Special and not know what it means? I fell that I?m just wasting your time that I?m Just another
: Who put this shit together I done done it all from jackin' and slangin' nigga trust that Stealin' cars snortin' dope gettin' bust at Never goin' ta
came back as lonely homie Steady flowin against the grain niggaz STILL don't know me It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit It ain't
they doing ballistics But they can't find a fingerprint this shit's going terrific He's so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it [Chorus
G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! [50 Cent] It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks But the eagles I got own sixteen shots
Layzie & Felicia] [Lay:] One shot, niggaz call the cops, cause there's some pussy ass niggaz round here [Fel:] One shot, hey! [Lay:] Two shots, it'll
fuck you up boy) Going at me is the only shot you got (Never again in your mother fucking life) Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac (Gonna shoot
knock it off you're not 2Pac Don't make me, too hot and you're not Shootin' at me, with the only shot you got Ja quit playin' knock it off you're not
my head onto my pillow At night in my sleep I weep just like a willow I'm sufferin' I need some aspirin or some bufferin' Everytime I close my eyes it
rifle. [Hook] What's up nigga wut it do, I'm good my nigga how are you, half a chicken, whole chicken, quarter chicken What it move? Bentley coupe on
: It starts like this Gats hit harder than fists Just cock and lick it The aftermath's wicked Brass gets evicted Another crew shot Can't put your
corner slow where the girls are at And kick game the way it should be done How you gonna drop science? You're dumb Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me At
come flying out the dark with a triple moonsault I through a snowball so hard it replaced your eye It melted and left a fuckin hole and it was dry
a vampire bat And murder people telling stories where the campe fires at BLAME IT ON THE MOONLIGHT OR BLAME IT ON THE BOOGIE I shot the mother fuckin
choose After midnight though the place is bad news Alex dropped a $20 and didn't even miss it This hoe from another crew she picked it up and kissed it
no jobs looking for me Then it all went to my head Next, forty-nine motherfuckers dead Tell the pigs I did it Place spot at your back And beat you in
out of line your up shits creek So come with it, Kid Rock's gonna get it His style ain't dope, its a throat, and I slit it I'm raw like cowhide, smooth