anything and give i stole a purse shot a cop joined the mob it?s much more legit than living career life bored to death we live in career shit
about Poppin shit on your verses like you got all the clout but your phoniness came out and now your fans are in doubt Your career was cut short now your
cut my skin, cut it until I bleed I wanna feel pain, it's the life that I lead Abuse myself, I, I, I, I wanna abuse my body Cut it deep, make it bleed
the man if you proper Ya'll take care of birds like a animal doctor Been out and I?m buzzin? niggas just slept on me So I?m out for revenge like one
" - Chuck D (cut and scratched) "Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched) "Just because we play what the people want.." "They claimin that I'm violent" - Chuck D (cut
always sayin' some shit You say I'm playin' I'm never layin this di... Sayin blah blah blah cause I don't care who you are In this bar it only matters
hot shit I spit it G-Unit kitted, blue New York fitted Shorty wanna cut, oh yeah, I'm with it She come to my hotel room, she know she gon' get it It's
Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah
Cent-talking over beat) It's gangsta nigga It's too gangsta nigga I keep it gangsta nigga Wha wha It's gangsta nigga It's too gangsta nigga I keep it
Cent don't care I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
Sweet done (50 Cent) We gonna bring it to anybody who want it you want it? you gonna get it your name on it we'll hit em, chew em up and spit em out
a hundred in the car but never could make it out the yard Cause you're stalled; how, when you can't even get it started? It's probably cause you too naughty
It's so sad, it's so sad, it's so sad, it's so saaaddd! All these slimy, grimy women World and women takes a livin. It's so sad, it's so sad, it's so
Double-O If you got it, better flaunt it I'm a drop the top, and lock the locks And cock the Glock; it'll make you want it Come get it. And while you'
and getting in And always gotta take it to another place Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it And I gotta cut all throught his traffic Just to be at the
thug type (nah), nah it just don't suit me But I'm never clean cut, no dress shoes or suit please I chop it up like Bruce Lee, I'm too sweet And gettin
Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em
it up slow it down then screw it Don't bite the pole because I got that blew it Run through the crew or some whole other new shit Knew this bitch we do