but you telling me what to do But I've been down so long Ooh, it can't be longer still I've been down for so long That the end must be drawing near
hemmed up in the bathroom Its hard as hell cause niggas is slam dancin' While you on the wall beatin' on ya man vancin' Its goin' down even if police around So
Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh) Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' niggaz dig me (whooo) I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin
know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Nowadays niggaz snitchin so much
thats whatsup [Tony Yayo] I get money, money I got so its a 100 grams or better when I'm going to cop I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier And my down
played out But holla mine in your next line, and get layed out [50 Cent - Chorus 2] My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavy I don't know If
my waist son, I'll put one in your face I ain't got nothing to lose, nigga so stay in your place Just jumped bail, I ain't been on the run long But it
you fall down then it's Off with him Another one off in the wood box Man'll get revenge cause that's how the hood rock Mighta been different if, he had
down in Miami where it warm in the winter On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me Been in
was empty. There was no jewels, no nothin', I felt I'd been had. When I saw that my partner was just bein' friendly, When I took up his offer I must-a been
: [B-Real] Living in the city of the Scandalous Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers So who can I choose to trust, me, that's who Niggas
run Sunday had a whole church singin' a song "Why'd they have to send my baby home?" Fuckin' with some nigga, that paper long Been a g in the game now
cause she wasn't watched over Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked No he's not around now how that sound to ya, jot it down I'll bring
world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear Rubber glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah Hit the mall in Long Island, they got hens
) [Prodigy] Born hustler I only run with real niggas who wear gold and jewels Diamond rings, strapped with tools I take no shorts cause I been in it for the long
I'd fanned the blazing fire of your day-to-day Or if I'd been older, I'd been wise Too thick the heat of those long summer evenings For a cool evening
she wasn't watched over Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked No he's not around - now how that sound to ya, jot it down I bring it through
through abortion when I'm gone y'all niggas better not mourn keep flossin' as long as my name lives on what's most important I'll be down in hell scorchin
