I look up, shook up, say fuck, put my hands on my nine Niggas I cut, or we stuck, and they move, so we buck, they come back, in my dreams at night I have
And go upside yo' head Now i lay thee Down to sleep I pray my Lord My soul to keep If i should die Though before i wake Let my niggas celebrate And split my
think you should fuck with me I'm shooting right away boy Find out when you run up on me I'm riding with that K boy I put that on my dead homies I spray
hear I get shot but I don't get robbed Cause me, I be on my jog Ya heard me? [Chorus:] You like it when I back that ass up on you? [50 Cent:] Ooh, baby
to the male-bots, Interfacing with strangers, switchin' partners by the micron. Now I take out my vengeance on humans. Put a garbage bag up on my head
: Shake your body as you move across the dance floor. I'm hot and bothered while you're shakin' on your groove thang. Your Jerry-curl juice is making
your head? Or what was in my head? Am I supposed to change? Chorus - 2 Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change? Who should be hurt? Who should
my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me Get hit with the thing, try to ride on me (I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me Get, hit with the thing
: (Keith Stegall/Dan Hill) Starting over again is a bit like dancing You just need someone to lead and take it slow So lay your head on my shoulder
just stopped and said "Yo stop frontin' and use your head!" A-said "Yo stop frontin' and use your head!" A-said "Yo stop frontin' and use your FUCKIN head
m the only one tonight), gettin' bodied (Gettin' bodied) Want my body (Want my body), won?t ya get my body? (Get my body) You want my body (I'm the
skeet on Fresh feet on so much candy on my boat You can eat on the hub Put my heat on the wood Speed on, is good Tonight there will be no commericials
your feet Clap your hands now, people clap your hands Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet Clap your hands now, people clap your hands Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet Clap your
touch me I?m floating away I woke up And went down next door I?m getting up with nothing on my mind I went down the stairs With a pain in my head I should
a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin' around You should be
get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my
pulled out a roll of tens And placed them on a footstool Just above the plotted plain, Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy, My loss will be your gain
cruel, cold, world; put it on my shoulder. God wouldn't give me none if I couldn't handle. He'll carry, we holdin' on. Here I'm tellin' my trues to please