me clips slide in the K Play whit me I'll spin your bin every day I refuse to lose I paid dues to jump I'm on a come up I I got the twelth gauge on pump
lead my heart and tell me why, starlight from the sky - tell me why!!! With open arms, I am crying. With open arms, I'm going down. Wind blows my joy
I.P I'm stupid rich, got retarded money I'm special with it, I got special bread It's easy now, please believe me now I dismiss a hoe, please leave me now I fuck when I
Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm suppose to blow, you suppose to know Not to go against da door it's R.I.P I'm stupid rich, got retarded money I'm special ed, I
and go get 'em cause you the only one without 'em I'm a natural stunna yeah Which means if I get a scratch on 'em then I'm going back for another pair
clock is ticking but I'm rotting Tell me are you rotting? If you're going to change just do it now Are you ripe or rotting? Only you can keep you down
what you hand me I had this shit way before I even met your ass I keep house and a car and some cash For when I'm ready to leave your ass I can't trust
a feeling I get when I look and I see That this world is a puzzle, I'll find all of the pieces And put it all together, and then I'll rearrange it I'll
down This time I know I'm bound To spit it back up I didn't want this Salty substitute, just not going to do I need some air, if I'm going to live
me by surprise. But then I read between the lines Heard through the grapevine #5 wrote your rhymes Check the signs See the decline of income Going out
puttin? on the whole armor of God as we resist the wilds of the devil And the Lord just rocked us through this letter, you know what I?m sayin? (know what I?m
down VERSE 1 My time on earth is short, I know I've seen my final days I thank the Lord above and for you every night I pray I remember your tears -
now rescue me Just bring me home You can't bring me down ?Cause I'm going home It's everything that I need It's all the truth that I believe Right where I
the same Its not the same Its not the same You're going to tell me that I'm right You're going to come back down And find yourself Where you are again
asking me I'm mad cause I was caught and reached for his license Cops pulls the gun [*fires*] and cold-iced him And I'm a victim of society I got societal
I ain't hate you I swear I'll never call you bitch again I just wanna say that uh, I fucking apologize I didn't mean to call you a bitch I'll never
So I'm blinded by passion How long will I last? Doggystyle, steady pumping on that ass Until I blast Then I laugh as we lay back See I wait 'till
baddest bitches went from a bucket to a rag with switches I'm seein' death around the corner I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna I'm getting high like I