re lookin? for a quickie then I?m not the one to talk to Chorus: You better back off, back it up I don?t know what you heard You better back off, back
count on me, if not, then wait for it Dont let a nigga make ya take off ya skirt for it Dont let a nigga make ya take off ya shirt for it Don't do nothing
'm a kill 'em all Just watch, off 'em [Verse 2:] Off 'em, no off days, no debates, bitch Box logo, switchblade and cocaine In my back pocket, take Jade
pack When you hear that click clack bitch, better get back quick One to the chest make niggas do back flips [Chorus: 50 Cent] Some shots'll happen to go off
mob of pistol packers, Well-known felons labeled for 'drug-selling merciless jackers', Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs, Commence the letting off
: [Starts off with the beat of Mike Knox & Freeway's: "Get Gully".] [Intro: 50 Cent] I guess this is 6 out of 6 muthafuckers. GRRRR! [Chorus: 50 Cent
, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react (repeat 2X) [Bonifucco] Real thug shit unplugged Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and
believe making art like a beggar looking for crumbs asking for some easing out your teasing mouth you sit back and hum getting high off a record laying back
to the back of it barrel cockin it immaculate Learn to move packages in n out of los angeles We savages, bustin off rounds sprayin bannana clips knockin
?s nice to be ?, to be nice Mohombi ? Situation dirty, situation dirty (x3) She?s like 66 hundred ? angel in the disco She dropping low back it up, mommy
bottle But I've reached out for the glass I try to pull back on the throttle But I still run out of gas I've been an angel, but never a saint Hung with
: (Baby) why are you doing this to me (Sweetheart) Are those your eyes staring straight back at me (Angel) I see your smile everywhere (Darling, stop
to rock, freedom to talk Freedom-ring You're playing God from your ivory tower Back off preacher, I don't care if it's Sunday I ain't no angel, but I
spell Spell dem unda have girls di world a tell Tell dem nuh bodda worry true dem hear wedding bells Here comes the bride!!!!! Skettel caan mash up mi have mi Angel Angel
my bag, cause I gotta get my mask and shells to put in this twelve gauge sawed off Get em all off, nigga yo' loss, take it all off Got a nigga car door
what you should or shouldn't do? That's time spent better sleeping in your bed Or wide awake in a shopping mall, trying clothes on from off of the wall
practice was filling up with people, I could hear the sound escaping as an echo, sloping off the ceiling at an angle and when the voices blend they sound like angels
you look like you never been You're more like a Hell's angel And for you, I'd rather sin Broken heart, Love you with a broken heart For you I'll jump off
