My hand in yours, together in thought Adjoined by love, that was what I was taught Well in your eyes, I can see my crime I?m stealing the love and wasting
this nigga: Turk I'll knock your head off, put your back in your chest Play the same twitch straight to the project Just chill - sit back and lay low Stay on my
hoes In niggaz and hoes My wrist all froze from flip side poles Fein share on my deeder doors i suppose thats the bottom line So called a gran that a nigga switching white
can get my hands on you SEAWEED And girl, if I can't touch you Now I'm gonna lose control PENNY Seaweed, you're my black white knight I've found my
bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug Life motherfucker
What Ya Do But Watch My Shoes Dance With Ya Boo But Watch My Shoes Nigga You Could Get Loose But Watch My Shoes Cause You'll Get Blues You Don't Watch My
I look up, shook up, say fuck, put my hands on my nine Niggas I cut, or we stuck, and they move, so we buck, they come back, in my dreams at night I have
ay my ikcd-ay, 'scuse my igp-ay atinl-ay But uckf-ay you igp-ay [Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}] This rap game, this rap game I ain't sellin' my soul for this
of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my
I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you can't even
I'm drving my car Spend all my money on clothes Am I a weirdo? Wear make up to go to bed But I only sleep naked Say anything in my head Am I a weirdo
room with my hands on my side, head raised All this gossip and talk, it reminds me of my webpage Ya'll people give me headaches It's hard to keep my head
nobody with their hand around my shoulder teaching me the industry, I learned as I got older Did it on my own, made a name, kept it true Never asked your
my hand Stuntin like a (muh'fucker) watch me do my do my do my (dance) Is this your girl? Cause homie if it is Get her from my table cause you know what
I fight' my way through to you, because I white, I want only to you, but when I was then there, you and your sparkling wine - oh *schitt* - it wait already
don?t trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly When you sign to a record label, you don't know you sign your life over and these white
candle lights, all expenses paid, book mark my page and make me. Murder was the gun that she gave us! In the backseat for humanity. Put your weapon to my
more what it really means to be is the isle I have sought always in my dreams at the reach of my hands? reach of my hands? I guess when the voices will
