It's open season Dictate to my reason She devils ruling Britain Hey girl stick it in your purse Call it treason Band aids on dead doorways No heroes
Hey mom, do the papers say anything good. Are there chances in life for little Dirt Cowboys Should I make my way out of my home in the woods" Brown Dirt
kiss my black ass [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Nah, Em, tell 'em to kiss my black ass, the clean parts, the shitty parts, My bullet wounds, my beauty marks,
Rugged and rough that's how I do it A: Allah who I praise to the fullest K: Keep it moving, I: Stand alone M: It's my crown, my world, my throne [Verse
on private plane, his on pilot Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges Oranges, peach, pairs, plums, oranges *VRRM VRRM* Yeah, here I come My
, devil baby on crack Resurrect, I never left, baby I'm bad I've gone mad, my comrade Dre-zy automatically He says I'm too broke to fix, way beyond that
: Now my friend Bill was just a working lad And he liked to have his fun. He'd like to find a girl and get comfortable When his working day was done.
I want it, my attitude is running, yup Mega ice neck, with some fish, with some fish dishes Rakim gems, my mind shine is what my weight misses Anything
s gorilla, phone booths is broke Behind the building niggaz on post What up Doc? What up Lord? I'm chilling These motherfuckers got my name and my face
nights that we cried you broke my mother's heart you broke your children for life it's not ok, but we're all right I remember the days, you were a hero in my
wandering child Now that you're broken, who'll clean up this mess Now that your vision is blinded, I guess You say where do I fall, now that my strength
have to show I swallowed my pride And I choked on my faith I've given my heart and my soul I've broken my fingers And lied through my teeth The pillar
honor - became cheap canonfodder instead the few, who returned are broken forever rain washed away our blood - our cries gone with the wind but forever in my head, My
pure heart I'm calling out a false hero Lay your plans, I'll play Rome, false martyr, take a stand Lay your plans... With broken heart, I've finally become
joke Don't provoke, the gun smoke from the highest slope Eternal peace, for my peoples and my folks My crips and my bloods, criminals and my thugs Just
my data I used to be a teller at a Wells-Fargo bank But I'm a hero, and my name is Frank My disciples spread my fame Everybody's gonna know my name
bailiff came at me with a pair of cuffs in his hand He was taking me to jail, but that wasn't my plan I broke the arm off my chair, stabbed him hard as
beat her up ......Fucking slut So bitch make me wonder Kicked her gut and left my number Call me, fucking nympho Then I threw her out the window Broke