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it bang we gonna be here allnight long if you got that feelin feelin yeah now sing the song D.O. double G i am sold publicly speak my mind take my time
chart Hotter than a damn blow torch, you see me sizzlin When your freak be missin, I got her twurkin n she be whistlin Piece be glistenin every time
me I love my children ya heard me My children love me, yes they do I could never be no dead-beat, ya understand Never be no part time, never, never, believe
50 Cent:] We from the gutter [Tony Yayo:] We takin' over [Funkmaster Flex:] Heres what we gonna do My man'll spin the beat one more time [50 Cent:] One more time
contend wit ya Honest Inga, I don't think nobody remembers ya Fox-Bozo, Foxy-Clown, Foxy-Cotton, or Jello Shit, I wanna see who the hell is the Gepetto
At least somethin We could hold But i'll reach to you From where time Just can't go What about is gone And it really Won't be so long Sometimes it feels
know where the nose goes in the nymphos Playin' with dildos and finger-fuckin' booty holes Belly to belly, skin to skin Fuckin' like hell, but ain't no
Ice, long dick Chinese A savage in the morning, a savage in the sack When it's time for sex I'll break ya fuckin' backThere's no time for slack, so give
They'll fry your brain. They're sick as hell!" "Jolly good fun." "You'll die dancin'!" "Dark, gliding shapes that glide every long inch ... " "Buy 'em
and fortune or to get a head start But in the long run they will see That they are nothin else but victims of prophecy Time is running short, the world
wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real
the pressure, and all the pain Show me some happiness again, I'm goin blind I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin well I know my destiny is Hell,
Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate Chorus (repeats in background) Outro: Prince Ital We've been traveling on this wavy road Long time
who the hell cares one less hungry mouth on the welfare First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other It's time
debt for all my sins See this penitentiary time be so heavy on my mind at times its like I'm living just to die I'm living in hell, stuck in my jail cell
you 3 to 10 I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends Hoping you well, I know it's hell Doing time in the cell you need mail, when you in
