The whole world is treating you wrong Pushing back 'cross the sand Find a light between the system But before we collide [Incomprehensible] All the world beyond the window
now The whole world is treating you wrong Pushing back 'cross the sand Find a light between the system But before we collide [?] All the world beyond the window
: [Chorus: 50 Cent] My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy Can run for your life on the stick up out the window My buddy, my buddy
the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken
the crime just yet Cuz I got a daughter to feed And $200 ain't enough to water the seed The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell an' hit up Chess
just yet Cause I got a daughter to feed And $200 ain't enough to water the seed The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell and hit up Chess King
Reached in my pocket pulled my 44 Dove across the room peeped out the window Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto Out the back door like some damn track stars Broke
the sinner He calls my name without a sound. I saw his face in the attic window Yellin' down through the broken pane Sinner man! What you got to run for? Church bells
tip toes Only on TV I gotta take a quick pose Let me stop I forgot this was a big show And being dope made you broke I ain't piss poor I'm big poppa plus
of sixteen and a crisp green football field I think of a girl I never had When I think of you baton rouge I think of a back seat in a car Windows are
girls came in flocks The bitch was swingin from the hard knocks I heard a sound, not a tick nor tock Gong! First bell before twelve o'clock No time to waste, I broke
t see me on his tip toes only on TV I gotta take a quick pose let me stop I forgot this was a big show and being dope made you broke I aint piss poor
of sixteen and a crisp green football field I think of a girl, I never had When I think of you, Baton Rouge I think of a back seat in a car Windows are
two shells The other four homies on the scene with cocktails One nigga lookin' for popos and foes hell Someone lookin' through windows the door bells
