stay. You're wrapped in lies, so pack your things, get on your way Chorus 2 And I can't face you with your angry smile, out to get your way. And I can
should stay. You're wrapped in lies, so pack your things, get on your way Chorus 2 And I can't face you with your angry smile, out to get your way. And
ma hit him in his dome nigga His enemy aint with nobody stillin me Thats why you never catch me without my 'tilary I keep a nina if not I keep a fifth
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me? Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick
my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth I can't stand no sneaker-wearin
Dogg) [50 Cent Intro] This is how we do it, when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like there aint nothin to it The way we do it,
: Rule number one don't go against the grain Rule number two give respect where respect due Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names
you know I tear a nigga up [Chorus] They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that~! I lay my murder game down Push me nigga
And you wanna get rid of A hood bitch with game And every bitch said I'm a good bitch Fuckin with the wood grain Everybody still playin that hood game
pumpin' as me killas kill ya Pop more ah silencer, Pop pop outta the window we roll Let the Ripster reel up off 'em Better of this way, Tossed off in
a snitchin ass uncle Brown play niggaz like 'funkel Land tan seats in the old school sedan So nigga talk sweet and the forty fifth blam Hit a nigga in
Made Me Crazy I've Been Tryin To Get My Weight Up Since The Ace Slim Shady Gave Me The Gate Key, Paved The Way So Lately, My Stakes Get Better Each
And if Marshall want me to clap, then homie, I deploy Game over [Eminem:] Yo, I don't think they heard you, tell 'em again [Yelawolf:] Game over
Cheech & Chong bong in the spot Tropicana, strawberries, diced bananas The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers Mad noise, 2008, a G a game
my closet like Baskin-Robbins Central Park killings, stab niggas while they jogging No shirt on, whilin' like I sniffed the eight At the ball game, jumped
from the way she smell Was it Baby Phat, J.Lo, or straight Chanel Her face belongs in a Luther video, Never Too Much The way she smile, her face look
the southwest motherfucking ghetto zone, bitch So pick your skank ass up And you and Toto get the fuck on Yeah, we've come a long way Drop the motherfuckers all the way
game, until I'm back again I said we hittin' you up, and now you lay it down Say, it's not a game, when I come around Niggaz in them black trucks, rolling