I use the rags of betrayal and the fuel of desperation to light a fire. This temper is lost upon me, though it is sure to find you momentarily. I cannot
the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen [Chorus] Oh every time I close my eyes I see my name in shining lights A different city
grill be slugged up My heart filled with anger cause nigga I don't give a fuck Stack my chesse up Cause one day I'm a give this street life up Beef I
sell F.B.I. tryin to nail, but our click covered up smooth Whatever you do, or how you do, it's all on you Hot Boy, 16, playin wit G's This rap game
And my grill be slugged up My heart filled with anger lost, stranded as a youngster Stack my chesse up Cuz oneday I'm a give this street life up Beef
50 Cent:] Thats right [Tony Yayo:] Thats whats up G Unit [50 Cent:] Thats right, right we from the bottom You heard me New York? [Tony Yayo:] New York City whats up
mean Neva ride and drop off Rasta hice red and green Dem shouldn't diss di Empress weh bright up light scene I give dem honey babylon yuh give dem cream
eyes Utilize the mind As the guiding light through lies Specialize in the rhyme, dialects, and beats Enemy crews unite But can't compete Nor defeat Anything like this
t give in I?ve worked to hard for this I let the stress build, I sit and ball my fists This town gets cold I pull the wool down I look up at the stars
to bail sheets It ain't no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night Probably involves me comin up
then fucked up the police Investigation that'll be the only retaliation Scoop Teflon's blue and red lights reflection Fuck it, still pick up the weapon
jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!" Where I'm from, niggas be on some sleak shit They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stick And this 'dro and this
give a fuck where you from who you be with keep this a secret right by the nuts a 4-5 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck
Come Home Sick You Always Stay Up With The Light On For The Kid Like Motel Sex Never Think About Flowin With This Callin It Quits So I Can't Give A
Straight fucking 'em up leaving these crows dizzy Without a doubt you see me Bigg Gipp Steppin Out I'm the king to the city [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] [
groom still waitin' at the altar. Don't know what I can say about Claudette that wouldn't come back to haunt me, Finally had to give her up 'bout the
This Way, Now Everybody Run And Flip They Style Today, Yup It's Kinda Strange But, A Nigga Got To Give It Up To The Mid-West, Who Made 'Em Pick Up The