and people go now it's time for me to run there's nothing left here for me our lives have just begun... All they care is what I'm not, and what I
come and people go now it's time for me to run there's nothing left here for me our lives have just begun... All they care is what I'm not, and what
and blast [Wayne] Lets get filthy wit' these niggas [B.G.] Take they figures and dash [Wayne] Lets get serious with these niggas [B.G.] Grab the K's and
make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care Verse Two: Will I cheat or
best [Stretch] Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The insane
grow and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride ni**az die and mommas cry ni**az got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and
sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine And
I run New York, Yeah I live in CT lil' nigga, but I run New York, And I don't go to parties lil' nigga, but I run New York, And I stay gettin Cs lil'
't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) Could you tell me where you run to (When the LAPD see you ridin' dirty dirty dirty
rolling with aliens like men in black, Reppin' for Connecticut, run and tell Kemba that, I'm a dirty dog down to fuck your lady raw, Roll a j and sour
thang. I am who I am And nobody can change it. And I'll get through our meet Till I get myself famous. A pocket full of change For the day; I am anxious. And make myself money
call dont drop Drizzy dot the ball I know the ball wont drop And I pray none of my kids ever wanna be cops Young money get em young money got em The
But you gotta search within you, try and find that inner strength And just pull that shit out of you, and get that motivation not to give up And not
punta muchacha From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest And
with put bombs in your mom's gas tank Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's Then they
or ride I slide up and put the barrel to her neck and scoot bitch Im driveing and were in pursuit of your loot bitch Im dirty wicked for the bank roles and
, got gats in the trunk My niggas run the V.I.P., B.Y.T. Slip pass security to be by me And I might be slidin' that too, providin' I do Invite your crew
