much to feel! Pressure adds to pain! Deliver us from evil! Straying out of sanity! Why can't you let me be!? There's nothing else important! Does my
: [B.G. - talking] Uh huh, look, this for my dawg, Gigitty-gangsta Ya heard me, original hot boy, sterling, mosquito, duran Rest in Peace [B.G.] Now
into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of scandals 'Bout my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam Dealers and thugs on my
my riches, that's my niggas That's my yayyo, that's my scale That's my sale, that's my clientele This my block, this my rocks This my shop, this my Glock
the one that's gonna snatch ya I'm a fool, when I'm beefin I give niggaz the blues Don't think twice, first mind tell me do what I gotta do So I gather up my
break all rims to blame I swang benz with that thang Ready to let my nuts hang Nigga duck or ya' stuck When the choppers releasin Lettin' out them optimo demons screamin' red
dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand, Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man, On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand, Ready for me to
've been havin beef I got my own bullet proof vest most of my enemies dead i got about two left untill my last breath im sendin niggas bullet holes inocent
I got my locs on hard hat goin to war Breakin them off on sight, stoppin lives like red lights Watch em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers And get
bodies trajectory From where the bullet entered then fucked up the police Investigation that'll be the only retaliation Scoop Teflon's blue and red lights
want but nothing can save ya (yeeah!) Times running out, I'm a get ya boy! [50 Cent:] I threw a B-Boy style. - Bullet wound in my smile (AAHHH!) That
seen the billboard I know you know my team I'm a sucker free nigga all about my cash If you fuck with my money thats a bullet in yo ass Like green grass
: (feat. Fergie) [Intro:] Yeah New 50 London, London [Verse 1:] When I come up in the club with my nine, I'll be front from the hoes with my shine,
my dreams at night I have nightmares, nightmares, all the time [Verse 1: Prodigy] Last night I had a vision of my dead friends in my sleep, they showed my
I do, I get it There's something about the way I did it Like there's nothing to it [Chorus:] You don't wanna see a nigga doing bad My eyes turn red than
my bed My bed Oh where did I bury my body So dirty My soul So unfed This went through my head Straight through my head Yeah, yeah The toast was raised The bullets
: Wrong track, wrong line First train to run on time Bad blood, bad news Long rope, got nothing to lose Mad bull seeing red Coming at me, happy when
cooler I have more jewels than your jeweler Touch and I will bust your medulla That's a bullet hole, it is not a tumor Red like red like stop your rumors
