Get outta bed and start to run, Another morning ain't no fun. Get outta bed and start to run, Another morning ain't no fun. Another morning, Nothing
I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest But who's down to knock a head off and wear a vest? Take a flight through that Nolia and then see
good" (I'm going be good to you) I'm a real nigga, Tonys that bitch nigga, how much money you got nigga [Tony Yayo:] It's a bird, it's a plane, it's
in "Creep More" Got Macs, Trey Pounds, 3-80s and C-4 [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah yeah [50 Cent:] Banks, Yayo hold up Yayo's shinin' Banks [Tony Yayo:] Its my time
It's a million to one You should find the right door But there's no guarantee You'll find what you're looking for Don't give up if you blow it the first
sheets tonight the memory will linger and burn And when she look at the face in the mirror What a terrible sight Lily white turning to raspberry (When it burns
seen us in the street But they need this in the street, cause it's mean up in the street Chasin cream up in the street, servin feinds up in the street
architect or scientist So why do you choose to be like this?" You have to get yourself together before it's too late It's up to you to be a bum or someone
: 2Pac] Who's afraid of the punk police? Niggas run the streets, no justice no peace Fuck the law, rather draw than do time Don't fuck with mine, cross
me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep [Hussein Fatal] I focus my locus thought on my enemies Sip off the Hennessey it's
ll never know it When we run out of time until it's all over with and there'll be nowhere to run. We'll never say it but we're over our heads and we'
with Ricky it'll be blood that'll cough up A hard rock, a soft fuck Get caught up and get washed up, In Detroit or Northfolk, When it's disrupt and nauseas
fuck witcha boy 'tack time is crank time, I flip that, get that back Louie V. napsack filled up with G-stacks I'm sick in the head, me I'm all 'bout the
: (feat. Lloyd Banks, Ma$e, Prodigy, Spider Loc) [Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nah nigga
shawty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck It's not your
house right there" "That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up" "I'ma get in the other car" "Aight" {*a car revs up*} {*gunshots*} [Chorus: 50 Cent] If there's
