I'm full of rage. There's more truth than what I say. I live in Hell almost every day. There's no cure for what I have. Depressed then pissed I'm
& Bobby Anthony) I'm in the club, so damn gone I lost my friends and I lost my phone I'm staggering all by my lone' I don't even know how I'm getting
the business how u think I made it bubble I hustled I struggled, I struggled I hustled, kept getting it in a real n**** neva stop, quit I think not, I
click I done told you I ain't, I ain't..... [Chorus - Webbie] I ain't no bitch(I ain't no bitch) I can't let no nigga punk me I'm a gangsta, I'm a donkey
I gots this I'm 'bout to fuck the game up, just watch this When it's over I bet I see a profit I'm a CEO, I'm a artist too I'm a hustler, I can get work
, it's over, it's cool I'm a gangsta in the game I know the street rules And I miss all my people that's resting in peace And I miss all my people that's
say I wouldn't You know Geezy couldn't let that slide by I do walk-up's, never drive-by's Grab a nigga by his head, whisper to him 'fore I do him "Why
thing first - and for me that's n's I floss, so I know you gon' let me pimp Benz If I want it, no matter the cost, I'll get it It's mine, so I know you
I'm killin' by the dozen Bitch, you're up - you get eternal bleedin' from the stomach I'm buckin', I'm bustin', I'm bringin' trouble on your block I ain
morge with a tag on yo toe Believe this fuck with me I aint gone let it go I'm a preach this up until the moment i'm on momo I follow my first rhyme cuz
at all nigga we roll to deep With AK's off safety knockin niggaz off their feet I go by the name the B.G., I ride on chrome in the 98 Lex E-S-3 I bust
by play I announce of the Brooklyn Bounce [Chorus: minor variations] [Daddy-O] And I remember fightin fair with your fists in a fight But now I got a mac-one
Manhattan, where I shop upon the street There's one thing to say (??) everyone I meet Everybody's fiendin for a fat funky beat Well here's a fat beat
scarred I know Crimson red you're white as snow one last look behind you're alive She fell upon her knees and with arms stretched to God she cried out O my God I
Gun Hill I'm one man, but I own more than one steel Shiny trey-pound, black 9-mil Magucci leather got me shoe crazy Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops
what I'll do ya I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter I'll, I'll use the pump, the
Cent:] Oh yeah Yo Yo Yo [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Some say i'm paranoid I say i'm careful about how I chose my friends Been to ICU once and I ain't going again