I close my eyes I understand it Since the moment that my luck Became my worst friend The only song I've played Sounds so boring My game is over I've
Whenever I close my eyes I understand it Since the moment that my luck Became my worst friend The only song I've played Sounds so boring My game is over
lead me astray so did you get it I?m over you through with you, done with you I can bear my cross without you too don?t apologize for being a fake love is
: (feat. Conrad) [Singing Over B.G.Talking] Yeah you already know how it is in the streets(uh huh) you already know how it is (you already know I ain
real in the hood (all the way) It's just real in the ghetto From my block to your block (my block to your block) From my set to your set (my set to your
I appreciate what the lord gave to me But I don't appreciate is how these niggas be hatin' me What is it is it the car is it the jewels Is it the shoes
to my last brat I let my nuts hang, I'm bout money and the power Thinkin again 'cause my plan went sour That's cold, man that's cold My plan went sour
for my bricks but can't find it Maneuver with the Ruger, the grip is rubber My Frank Mueller, is dipped in them rainbow colors Bein broke is a disease
mans heart I play my part well respected Every minute every second You'll put a dent in your budget bugging me for a record [50 Cent:] In my hood
game in the gutter's where I still kick it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler 'til my dyin days Ain't nuttin
we do? What will we say? When it's the end of this game that we play? Will we crumble into the dust my friend? Or will we start this game over again?
off, we're just goin off, popular contentions [Dr. Dre] But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk, Doc is all washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is
up a crash course style and change up, come on! My trigger-finger's itchy from my carpel tunnel. [? ] is written [? ] like water flowin' [? ] is walkin
my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin, I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
replace... So I call her over to my whip... (To my whip...) Tryna see what da business is... Then she hopped up in my ride, ride... Then I looked into
With My Hands Out Set And Stand Out Cut The Band Out And Let My Hype Man Out Take The Mic Stand Now Excite Hands Down Deleting Competition And Still Stand Proud Constructive Over
It's nothing new It's the same old game Only fun with two... " But fast and over and over "I can't play this game with you" Everything she tries to tell
the baddest MC's in the game runnin for the status Take a few seconds to review the crews Sittin on top is the Hill lookin over you Killa Hill Niggas,
