act like you know me, and pick apart a mind you don't understand. The book is long, descriptive and haunting. It's full of sentences you can't comprehend. So what's
fake nuts at all nigga we roll to deep With AK's off safety knockin niggaz off their feet I go by the name the B.G., I ride on chrome in the 98 Lex E-S
eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. Well, the egg man fell down off his shelf. All the good king's men with all their help struggled 'til
you down o the man who's let to divvy up time is a miser he's got a silver coin lets it shine for hours while you sleep it away there's one rare
I'm rich Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's
: [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
stroll whether it's Hell or it's Heaven Come let's go take a visit of people that's long gone on their rest; Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo It's steadily creepin
's one track, can't you see it's pointless? But just then my knees give under me, my head feels weak and suddenly it's clear to see it's not them but
make money, chill with the honey's Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me Shit's funny how impossible dreams manifest And the games that be comin' with
car without no shotgun Driver took 'em lukewarm to hot like lava I'm not one that's forgotten There's a lot of haters that be hating for nothing With their
: (feat. T.I. & Swizz Beatz) [Swizz Beats:] Go go ?head go go go ?head go go go go go go ?head go go go go go go ?head oh you fancy huh oh you fancy
drinks Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink? FUCK THAT! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer from fat bitch to off
like that Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap Now who's the mack? Who's the hoe? Who's the trick? I got many, many
kickin' drama But then drama's my middle name That's the price ya pay for big fame The cellular phone rings Dot wanta pick it up But it's my J-O-B I gotta
: 2:45 and the bell went off, Thank God, Many people think im odd But i talk with no one, And i walk alone,and i avoid sunlight with a chalky tone I
what's on your head Its what's underneath and say HEY.... [Chorus] [Verse 4: Akon] Who cares if you dont like that With nothin to lose posted with the
