I run these streets Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a G told me They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D. Cash Rule Everything
contagious Why do these niggaz think they can break us? Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab what's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin'
Swimmin' in his all red now Empty out yo pockets, if it's blinging, nigga drop it Is it pistols, means it's nonsense - That mean murda if I cock it Mo
To a cure inside I know that it's oh so hard to let go Give yourself time to heal take it slow Let's talk as the rainbow colored lights make the tree
walkin with no knees They persistent with fuckin with me I'm just that real laid back, chill bat, smokin them trees But yo I turn into some African bees (if
these streets Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a g told me They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D Cash Rule Everything Around
And, uh, a king is what I'm fit to be I don't get these niggaz, they a mystery I mean they talk so quiet as if it sum'n private And they don't ever bring
war inside my head Years and years of Bloodshed and warfare Our mission was only to get in and kill A free vacation Of palm trees and shrapnel Trading
50 Cent] Sh-sh-sh-shady Aftermath, haha G-G-G-G-G-Unit!, haha [Chorus] Cause we came here to set this party off right Let's bounce tonight And if they
want that wola shawty meet right by Grocian Road, East side up, put them E?s in the air, If you smoking Bubba Kush, put them trees in the air, I?m smoking
Chorus - sung] Why you wanna murder me? You never ever heard of me You don't know who I am, I could be part of your family tree Now - sent by G-O-D, to
: [Verse 1: Kanye West] Yeah, yeah - I used to front when I write songs Talk about havin ice on, and I could barely keep my lights on And my beats was
shit If I never did shows then Id probably be a myth If I cared about the blogs then Id probably be a jackass Who gives a shit what people talk about
The poor tenants trapped in these buildings Must put up with constant harassment by greedy landlords Who want to throw them out for higher rents These
took from our safe These are his words; see how they're written like daggers This is a sample of his page DNA One spit it could split matter We got leads
These little nappy headed hoes need a terminator You my seed I spray you with germinator Move back bugs matter fact you know the queen could use a back rub If you could
phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops He said, "Nas, niggaz could be bustin' off the roof so I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres
comes in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life - by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies
