is that I look into your eyes so that you can see what it looks like when innocense dies. I know that two wrong's don't make a right but it will help
I do goes sour, hour after hour I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower Sittin on G's wit 30 keys of powder [Verse Two] I lay back and think
try me cause right behind me your killer team I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine This Hennessey'll keep me calm though Sittin in
flowin against the grain niggaz STILL don't know me It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit It ain't funny niggaz don't even know how
and you lookin good, yes indeed Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin me witcha attitude to match right, don't be phony cause I hate when you act
With the mack, thinkin its all rap Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap" (It's a wrap, nigga) [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do it, homie, it can't
Chorus Should I recall All the people I have hurt Along the way And should I try To justify Every wrong I did not right But two wrongs don't make it right
sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green Wid a clik tight team and a nigga like me Ya couldn't go wrong wid we Eyes bloodshot red when
life ahead of me And I ain't lookin' back Still a kid at heart ain't nobody changin' that Got my mind on my money but I still don't have a stack. But
Vintage brandy Skunk sensemilia Rubies and roses Diamond collar Never check me for a money Nor a penny nor a dollar She can't go to London Without visa Me can't
may be gone, but you're never over And it don't stop (oh) And it don't quit (oh) And it don't stop (oh) And it don't quit (oh) And I miss you (oh) I
of the wall with your two left feet It's real easy just follow the beat Don't let that fine girl pass you by Look real close cause strobe lights lie
E. it might trouble you Then I transform like a Decepticon With a mic as a bomb In my right palm But I don't stay calm So panic Others can't flow so they
blaow two to yo chest Ya'll niggaz can't pass go cuz it cost to pass Ya'll niggaz cheap like Baltic Ave. Type ta land on jail can't pay your bail Wanna
kick I fucked with a black brown or a white chick Bitch you can act like you ain't with the shit I'm here to strip a bitch and cold pimp a bit Lookin
Now that the theory gone wrong An embryo with no soul Stuck in this green mini-van with my lungs in a chokehold Shaggy pass the boombastic Daphne said don't
Aiyyo I smash-mouth a whole ounce, of that sticky Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin icky Let go off in a ho's mouth, I ain't picky Start frontin
say we were a fad but fad don't add reggae We played by the D-Day, eveyday, Eve's day Capital D-A-N-E and hip hop, must be in it [Verse 11: Pebblee Poo