billers and real niggas Bitches with dime figures, telekenesis in my mind Make my diamonds shine, then I blind niggas Pussy punk perpatrators and playa
time [Chorus] So take, these broken wings I need your hands to come and heal me once again (Until the end of time) So I can fly away, until the end
time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit So now they
grind will do you everytime come get a blast of this Thug passion and blow your mind hey, throw up your legs, wrap those shits around my back It's
Playa haters miss me Hope in hard times never catch me slippin Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin We ain't having it Time to tear this shit
a new posse We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky You got a lot of nerve to play me Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z (
time [Chorus: RL] So take, these broken wings I need your hands to come and heal me once again (Until the end of time) So I can fly away, until the
gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo' but we gonna do this shit Y'all take this shit and you play this shit for every single fake ass
time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit So now
2:] Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me so fucked up. I'm playin with myself and shit. [G:] Can I shift your gear
a fool I'll play that motherfucker for a toooollll man Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cause we drinkin Playin
you talkin about?! Aw, shit. Goody, goody, gumdrops. Nigaa, get your hoodie and your gun cocked. Rock it till the drum stops. Hip hop. Even if my shit
ha, that's alright) First off, fuck your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I
got to play the man Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand Damn, I hope it don't spill Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel Still runnin
and know living untouchable Well it's to all you... are we untouchable, bringing the rockers to all you... But now we play, as far as we play ... Many
: [Chorus: 50 Cent] I don't really think she want me back then She want me nowwwww She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my styyyyyle
Its a secret I want the world to know that you're mine But on some real shit, communications could be better So I'm writin' a song, instead of a love letter They can play
, keep that Lindbergh shit Up in the cut, like gay niggaz, in butt I'm black wit indian, my race should be mutt I cut with razor blades, play spades with