so I know those feelings are real SO REAL, SO CLOSE So close to dreams in which we have knowing our differences were never so bad seeing all there
Cousin?" Ain't nothing, better get the fuck on 'fore I sneak ya Only real niggas can holla at me for a feature Bitch niggas, I ain't fucking with y'all kind So
in your clique gon' die It's the game - you forgot it's eye for a eye Body for body, so you gon' respect my mind You done started somethin' I'ma take real
real Recognize me From the U.P.T Carry the title B.G. You heard of me I represent pimp niggaz On my songs I got advice for the wimp niggaz I'm bout mine so
this rap game It's the only thing I know besides hustlin', so I do my thang Done crossed the line wit niggas I thugged with We run blood out'cha body, nigga we thugs, shit So
no hesitation to set it off Load it up, release safety, and bust Retaliation is a must, I don't give a fuck I'm checkmatin niggas, that's on the real, so
I wanna be paid in large stacks, I mash so fast I blast wondering how long will I last My memories fade when I'm intoxicated busters be shady so I'm dumping
know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Nowadays niggaz snitchin so much
cry for it See I gave it to them anyways, I fuck these hoes in many ways I'm off the block, I'm sizzlin' hot, so hot so many days Serv-On with 6 shot
see how it is that you can be so content in your own ignorance. Its been so dark for so long now a new light has come along, illuminating all, so shut
If you can go all night long with me, Let's see what you're made of, I'm ready to take of. And I need to know if you're for real, So here's how it goes
das hier ist HipHop auch 'n Vollidiot soll sagen, was er denkt. Und eins musst ihr endlich begreifen: die Fans entscheiden was die Labels so signen. Und
so HipHop, dass ich nur von und fur Musik leb', so HipHop, ich kenn' mein' Geburtstag nicht, nur mein Releasedate. So dass ich meinen burgerlichen Namen nicht wei?, so
wonder? (I wonder) I probably should before it kills me, I know, but My passions won't unleash and release me, I'm so stuck (I'm so stuck) Forgive me
no no more crying drying eyes Nigga locked up at wayside Couldn't even pay respect to my stepdad when he died So finally got a release bid and I slide
learn to love it And when I release mine on the public Thuggish ruggish and plus it's all, real I put that on yo nine millimetre steel All judges, that's strictly real
fall, y'all but nah, we too Bone, I remember, back a lil' ways when we were so hungry, when we were so hungry But now thank The Lord, my thugs we got
