tear them down and i'll show you a beauty that this good life never found wait who called this beautiful? do you feel welcome in the good life i don
with a snub Cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin' in the club til' they coughin on the rug Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud My role model
walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud My role
out, does that make me a quitter? In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today
about me But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P [50 Cent] its G-unit and the
d be wealthy Can't forget my first day at school Got stabbed in the head with a pencil, but it's cool Get my education A job and a family, a good
piff, B-Real and Snoop mix Cocky like 50 Cent, humble like Common Sense Confident, doin pretty good for a Lawrence kid Reppin NY too and my Hell Town
just don't know I wish that I was born a thousand years ago I wish that I'd sailed the darkened seas On a great big clipper ship Going from this land here to that In a
there for me But I'ma flee my territory So I won't end up, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a
out there for me But I'ma flee my territory So I won't end up, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a
scientist mind You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away
Short, y'all niggaz know what's happening Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah I made a half a million in a week And every nigga on the street got a
'd be wealthy Can't forget my first day at school Got stabbed in the head with a pencil but it's cool Get my education, a job and a family, a good reputation
soul I keep washin' my hands try to come clean But the soaps like a brick of black coal And I try, I try I try to be good and pretty But a good girl is
is mine You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away 'Cause
mind the books Momma taught us early in life Everybody's gotta struggle sometime Bring back those simple times of yesterday When a man was a man And a friend was a
the walk by kicking sand in the dirt A friend to the strangers, a stranger to friends He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute
walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud My