said she raped me I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin' take me baby take me Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends Got two Three-Eighty's like
I do what they pretend to do Front on me now nigga I will be the end of you Forget ya enemies and think of what your friends'll do I drop a bag off, then
m ghetto Niggas hate when you do good But when you broke, your friends and your enemies They love you, they love you "Cheche, get the YAYO" Picture me being crack
D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop So you know, I had to make somethin' out of nothin' (Yeah) Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin
alot I had paper for a hoopty but I wanted a drop so you know, I had make somthing outta nothin Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumpin im so
many men die Many men get drunk puff lah and stay high Here's a jewel love you enemies and hate your friends Your enemies remain the same friends always
: [Verse 1: 50 cent] Imagine I was broke right now Saying damn, where my friends go Cat burgler style, I'm coming through your window Bitch I'm so focused
: [Verse 1] Imagine I was broke right now Saying damn, where my friends go Cat burgler style, I'm coming through your window Bitch I'm so focused, nigga
tell 'em It's time to hate us again We're back [50 Cent:] haha [Verse 1: Eminem] Jimmy can Crack Corn, but I don't care My enemies Crack Corn
perfect ten I got shot but I got up and I'm back at it again Motherfuckers that thought I wouldn't win but tend to be friends At first you fail, try,
a thug lord sittin' in a cemetery cryin I've been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus Ballin' as a youngster wondering if he see's us Young black males Crack
crack My leather is black and so are my eyes I'm gonna be rough I'm gonna be mean I'm here to the end, my sick little friend I'm back in your dreams
another night on the North Shore Do you even want to see my face again? I'm a waste of chances, full of bad romances Your favorite enemy and your most hated friend
: Safe little house Safe little friends Safe little thoughts to keep you safe From all those big bad roles that eat you up Safe in your room Safe as
Why you punch me in my face, stay in ya place Play ya position, here come my intuition Go in this nigga pocket Rob him while his friends watchin That
: Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh Woah-oh-oh Slapped my face, slammed the door A dozen roses lay on the floor I saw her friends and I was told She blocked my number
ground Break atoms, break the sound Feel the embraceful pound Treat all the things profound If you wanna dude to help you out Make it cool around your friends