is like a hobby: somethin' that B.G. do for fun It don't help to run - I'll empty 'em all out the drum When it come down to one-eight-seven I don't play
got to try to keep my muthafuckin' nose close Or I'm gonna end up drove with no hoes It's all about the fuckin' feddy, the mil The eight, and the seven
hard as a rock) (Fifteen inches long and eight inches thick!) (Ohhhhhhh!) (Don't get me wrong, I'll take a lil' mo) [x4] (Ooh, this is some good pussy) (?Stop
t get shit from me! (AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW!) [Bridge: 50 Cent] One-two, 50 coming for you.! Three-four, better lock ya door! Five-six, grab ya crucifix! Seven-eight
the tricks And everybody down at the Motel Six I had seven girls and they all was tough Then I got one more, and now eight is enough You know at nine
Probably die there With all my long hair Detroit City You feel your heart beat You hit the concrete Dance the mean streets Detroit City Six mile seven mile eight
Cause you know they gone block when I take these flicks (hey) Mission seven Gotta make my rounds Given eyes to the guys now I think I found him (hey) Mission eight
chicks 'Cause you know they gone block when I take these flicks (hey) Mission seven Gotta make my rounds Given eyes to the guys now I think I found him (hey) Mission eight
I will tell About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well. His name was Will O' Conley and he gambled all his life, He had twenty-seven children
ll niggas Who dat who dat My needle pickin niggas ha ha 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9....10 [Doo Wop:] Yo Yo I been in this game for years to be exact eight Theres
Key, Paved The Way So Lately, My Stakes Get Better Each Day Replay My Relay Race, When I Was Chasin The Afee At Eighteen Eight Years Later His Voice
One two three four five six seven Well, you'd better change your ways or you won't get to heaven Eight nine ten, gonna stop at eleven Eleven just lays around with seven
on the microphone Smoke that shit, your brains be blown You gone, nigga wrong Only out for the scrilla, thats my fetty, boss One-eight-seven ain't
boy, forreal Uh-huh, forreal, man, word, open the door, man Hustle flow shit, yeah, aiyo, pass the cigar, lord Come on, man, stop playing, man [Raekwon
arm and married Carl. In eight hours of sleep And eight hours of work And eight hours of leisure time of remedy Three months of pregnancy... It takes seven
That you drive past without a second glance She's had her last dance Yeah we took our chance on a street about four lanes wide Dead quiet seven or eight
bypass That you drive past without a second glance She's had her last dance Yeah we took our chance on a street about four lanes wide Dead quiet seven or eight
) Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY) Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH) Seven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes (WHAT?) Eight for
