not alright I know its hard to believe its true, for you Don?t worry about me I got what I wanted, and one day you?ll see That you should stop calling me
re not alright I know its hard to believe its true, for you Don?t worry about me I got what I wanted, and one day you?ll see That you should stop calling me
that nigga off the block, call me the hood mack Disguised in red bandana strapped wit the chrome and black mack Check, while you be the playa hater, I be
me I done made it this far can't be mad if they hit me (shhiit) [Verse 5: 50 Cent] I'm a tell you what Banks told me "cus go head switch the style up
ask that questions Where my daddy at? Mama, Why we live so poor? Why you crying? Heard you late night Throught my bedroom door Now do you love me mama? Why do they keep calling me
ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free (repeat 3X) Verse Two: 2Pac I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while
't touch it (I cross my heart and hope the streets will listen) (41st Side mother fucker) Give me an 8 Littles give me 8 nigga [Littles: Verse] Yo, yo
a critic Because I'm critically acclaimed motherfucker Around the World, I'm 1 of 1 There will never be another me I'm a perfectionist striving for perfection 50 Cent, fuck with me
And never be scared of finding your way to Superman Should I call him on the telephone Should I go seem him or just stay at home will be different from the other boys
hell would stop their mopin' I'm a truckin' red stop and I...just refuse to die You will never die It's what they call chemistry You're American...you
[Chorus] [Big B] Call me a secret weapon I think the war is on And when they ask em who is he It's 7th sign and bone Call me a secret weapon When
bitches Then, go on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney We used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemy's Deep inside it's killing me But soon
with me as I take you through this nifty little place I once used to call home sweet home [Verse 2- Eminem] I roam the streets so much they call me a
robbin' Only black talon slugs that I'm lobbin' And uh, it might stop, if uh my glock pop But me uh will not bust off the gun shots So no need for you to call
Pretty Fat And Tell Them Boys To Come Close Watch Me Push Him Back Us Girls Look Cute Shakin Our Stuff Them Boys Standin Back Lookin At Us Shakin Shakin
get real Do what you will, do as you feel We came and conquered By beating all that we saw And do what thy wilt be The whole of the law What will you
glock to my chest as I paused Went to jail in my motherfuckin drawers Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years Face'll be full of those tattooed tears It'
flip, let's all flip together Cause I'm prepared, kid, for rough weather And we gotta realize, the boys on the east side You call em S-A's, I call em
