you can't let go Oh, oh but you have to know Don't look back all you'll ever get is the dust from the steps before I don't have to see you every day,
Presidential Roley, don't even want talk about Say whodi look at your bitch - she drooling from the mouth Wanna ride wit lil' B.G. and wildout Don't trip
And mess around in here and catch a charge You don showed me, you ain't shit You showed me, a bitch gon be a bitch Look what you don caused in my house
boy and lil' thug Fuck bitches, be 'bout money and duck snitches Don't let nothing come between you and your riches Respect momma, listen to everything that she
Lookin for a pair of new sneaks then I went to get a bite to eat I saw a guy and his lady She didn't look my way, but he was lookin at me kind of shady
Reached to the glove, grabbed the motherfucking hunting knife Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the trunk and dipped Back to the fucking crib for some tea and
mad cause you regular Man I don't want yo bitch I damn near remember her Refresh my memory? Oh yeah, I slept wid her No wonder she ain't mention you When
That don't mean I'm running round buying chicks shit You see the chrome out, been shining on my new 6 My pinky ring, my neck and my ears and my wrist
the whole crowd yellin' "Free Yayo!" So niggaz better get out outta mine For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make
can't even walk and chew gum Money don't solve the problems, it prolongs it You don't want things to get better, you just want shit Ain't nobody happy bout me and
: (feat. Eminem, 50Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Tony Yayo) [Intro: 50 Cent] I don't need Don Parrion I don't need Cris Tengo [?] I don't need shit
don't look like hers at all So she straps it on, she sucks it in, she throws it up, and gives a grin Laughing at herself because she knows she ain
wants to get ahead Others wish he failed and rather see him dead Always puttin' obstacles in your path It becomes a problem you shouldn't have It's like
brutality without asking me I'm mad cause I was caught and reached for his license Cops pulls the gun [*fires*] and cold-iced him And I'm a victim of
But anyway, what's happenin with my moms? She gave me a message for you: She said she's sorry she couldn't be here today, but she'll be here next week
hotties and they seduce my Jimmy I'll be screamin gimmie body Make em all scream my name out gimmie my props and don't ya love how this Thug nigga beat
, and if you don't believe me Then watch the way that this story ends and maybe you'll see There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin
Just came home October of '95 back in Yardsville stuck with a three to five, if he don't act up, now he realize If you don't stay wise, then in this
