feel you close to me But time alone will tell Let's take a lifetime to say "I knew you well" For only time will tell us so And love may grow for all we know
for itself, it's all good Any state, any block dawg I'm all good All my gangstas, gon put ya hands up (put 'em up) And all my hot girls, back dat ass
me Busters don't know how to deal with me; it's all real with me All the street niggaz scared of me All the hot girls love me they say "Boy put that
Yaaaaaaay (oh) It's B. Gizzle (Yaaaaay) 5th Ward Wizzle Uh huh (Yeah) We gon make these hoes break a sweat with this one here, ya know what I'm talking
2: B.G.] man I know people who know people that give me work on the strength I dont even have to owe people I know arabs that know arabs they get work
know where you at You know what I'm sayin, that you holding down And I know you got a place for me And I know you done met my daddy ya heard me And y'all
he like you for all the wrong reasons, ya know wh'I'm sayin' (Ecstacy) You know, I don't like you for that I'm kinda (???) (Trippin') Do you take that
down Now y'all done sight that lil 40 up just feel us down Bad ass yella boy, This is for you Homie, We know the true story and we know what to do We
to be rich Mu'f***ers gettin with my bread Then I'm 'gon load my s*** then count my s*** N**** trip I'll go for your head [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'll have
my '64 [Verse 1:] I suppose to blow, you suppose to know Not to go against me or it R.I.P I'm stupid rich, got retarded money I'm special with it, I got special bread
how we do it Ayy (ayy, ayy) I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it No frontin here shorty, niggaz know how I do it For the paper let the gat
: It's the Unit You gotta know how we do it I Put the seat back when we rolling, I Let the system thump when we coasting I had the tre pound with
Cent] I'm suppose to blow, you suppose to know Not to go against da door it's R.I.P I'm stupid rich, got retarded money I'm special ed, I got special bread
supposed to be rich Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit Nigga trip I'll go for your head 50 Cent I'll have
times you feel sad (sad) Sometimes you're falling in so deep (deep) You ready to put it all on the line I know what the Bible says to me He supplies all
left If there were no word at all See, societies would crumble Causing cities to fall Even though we speak in various tongues and dialects With the Word We
ll be your light in the mist I can see you burning with desire For a kiss Psychobabble all upon your lips (Thanks to akordeon for these lyrics) (Thanks to Jacqueline for
blast at the task force Empty out my clip Time to mash They asked for it Me Makaveli I'm a motherfucker We break bread Now we thug brothers (huhuh