Gotta use what you've learned, to receive what you've earned Make sure (ya heard me) Real niggas do real things and there's alot of real niggas in the
since The Real Roxanne" [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
new thing) Call Him Call Him Call Him Call Him Listen Phone first Hard times and pandemonium and dreams being written out to script, or do I trip Phone first Contact the book
move up, other niggas pay attention when a fool bust They make a nigga be a killer, I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see whos realer Now them
Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out Thug babies, famous in they strollers Before they walk they knew the hood talk It's in the air of New York
: You've got everything you need Still ready for open up and bleed Reading all the magazines Reading all the books About the real diamond rings And dirty
me, When I can't be just what you want me to be. I still love you and I try real hard. I swear, one day, you'll have a brand new car. I even asked the
the same ol' cage. I don't want nothing from anyone, ain't that much to take Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like
Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze You need something to open up a new door
as the eye can see" Have you heard of the All-American Prophet? He found a brand new book about Jesus Christ We are following him to Paradise We call ourselves Mormon And our new
Peter Rose Momma taught me well, Kush and the L Paper everywhere like books just fell More money to make, More pussy to smell Like yea imma Libra like put that on a scale New
: (Choose your own adventureeeeeee!) (Ladies and gentlemen, Jordan Croucher) [Sample of Jordan's new song playing in the club] [Beat starts] [Verse
You probably ain't a fan nigga, that ain't what I rap 'bout I'm on settin goals, tryin to achieve it I'm such an open book but they don't bother to read
: It started with a dedication "lost in admiration - happy birthday - I'm forever yours - blossom" Faded red inside a tiny book of butterflies I smiled
you, like one of those ill bad habits Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin? a rabbit Cuttin? _____z up like Muggs on the wheel For reals, penitentiary
: [Sen Dog] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Once again, ha ha ha We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha [B-Real] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust
fool!) Wherever the pawns fall * repeat 2X * [B-Real] Look look punk, every way you get shook To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book Lights
Speed it up slow it down then screw it Don't bite the pole because I got that blew it Run through the crew or some whole other new shit Knew this bitch
