me five times, real niggaz don't die Can ya hear me? Laced with this game, I know you fear me Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me My only fear
man can hurt me So I'm askin -- before I lay me down to sleep Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me, my misery I rose up from the slums
dope fiends titty And every city you'll find me Looking for trouble Right behind me My outlaw Niggas Down to die for me (Naw what I mean) I hit the
you bitch niggas is listenin, The World Is Mine Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up Heard the guns bust but you tricks never shut me up Touch one
smoke blunts now and run with alcoholics I'm gettin, threats to me, comin from my enemies And, in they dreams it's, Hell where they sendin me Have I,
Verse Two: It's a shame, you chose the dope game Now you slang cane on the streets with no name It was plain that your aim was mo' cane You got game now
of a better planet Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me
a SouthSide nigga you can come through and ask for me Systems thumpin', pumpin', 2Pac blast for me. [blast] Cali show me love! (come on!) - But me I'
anyway Fuck all y'all!! My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me BLAT! Whattup homie For bitches who don't know me ... They wanna blow me
the breeze co connect for key's Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don't want 'em next to me If its on mother fucker believe
't cool I run n get sum shit Ah wannabe hot like me Ah wannbe on top like me, I'm tryna get gwap like me... me [Tony Yayo:] Yea... it's funny how time
in half [Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}] Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy Make makin' millions look easy Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me Believe me
One man gang, Boy you get the best of me, you better burn the rest of me, (yeah!) Chef needs a specialty, you wanna hear the recipe? (ugh!) Cocaine, baking
it to a country show I was rocking in the cradle to the crying of a steel guitar Mama used to sing to me She taught me that sweet harmony Now she worries
you're just as well Hope it gives you hell Now you'll never see What you've done to me You can take back your memories They're no good to me And here
gi mi In about five years yuh can rob it Me hear she deh a foreign get fat and get heavy And a me she want and mi know me have fi wuk it Tony Curtis
penny me Like dem nuh waah mi reach mi destiny But a king Selassie a carry me and mi fimily Repeat Verse 1: Mi did know when di Bobo money low Now
Praise Him) Glory now (Praise Him) Praise him now Praise Him, praise Him, Praise Him. Praise Him, glory Alleluia, praise him, praise Thee now now