grab your guns It's all in good fun We're making 'em run Making 'em run Why should I feel bad? I'm the one With the gun in my hands In my hands Why
grab your guns It's all in good fun We're making 'em run Making 'em run Why should I feel bad? I'm the one With the gun in my hands In my hands Why are
guns, its all in good fun. We're making 'em run, making 'em run. Why should I feel bad, I'm the one with the gun in my hand. I think its time we said
your guns, its all in good fun. We're making 'em run, making 'em run. Why should I feel bad, I'm the one with the gun in my hand. I think its time we
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
: Got no love for the Law-But I shed blood for my dog Got no love for the Law-But I shed blood for my dog [Krayzie:] I've been tryin ta gather my niggaz
is America And we are Americans (SSHHH) I got a secret if you can keep it between us I tuck two meaners under my jeans either side of my penis under my
way still tellin ucks-lay, icks-bay my ick-day excuses my ick-pay ademlay uck-fay ick pay. (50 cent) Chorus 1 this rap game this rap game i aint selling my
Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear
I haven't drank or smoked nothin' In over 22 days (Don't wanna be an American idiot) So get off my case Off of my case Off of my case! [Part 5: We're
are they foolin? Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes Matches the color of the one on my face as they wonder whats under my waist (Standin
s Sorry my jewlerys so gordy Slid into the party with my new pair of Maurys America meet the gangsta Shawn Corey Hey young world wanna hear a story? Close
: [Intro:] And the winner is HOV My man... Speech [Verse 1:] First of all wanna thank my connect The most important person with all due respect Thanks
a job you know just be there for my family You see I'm nothing like my pops I see my woman twice a year And one day I'll bring her and my kid up here
Down by the creek under brush under dirt There's a carcass of my second kill Down at the park under stone under pine There's a carcass of my brother William
: American born, American raised, American made [Chorus 2X] My country shitted on me (My country) She wants to get rid of me (Naw, never) Cause the
