s just all in your mind, what you interpret it as I say to fight, you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass If you don't understand, don't even bother to
you should be anywhere that I might gain You rap knowin you wack You act up and I'm throwin you down a flight of steps Then I'm throwin you back up em
you can't you faggot, you bitch You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony You clone me, you wanna be son
scripture, look back turn to salt like the sinners and most yall heartless and self-centered like me shaggin, me shack, set up your brother cause you tell us nigga, heat back
love you And you love me too We were meant to be cause shorty You love me And I love you too And I promise I'll be true to you [50 Cent] Go shorty,
me chase Cause your my hot tamale And I'm about to break you off in that Black Denali And, trust girl cause can't nobody Do you like I can I bless you
you came to the show with, um, peanut butter on your toes, that day (Nigga, why you gotta bring everything up? Man, everybody here enjoying) Nah, son, because your
backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind Cuz you weak in the knees, like
Bring--bring--bring back the bomb Bring--bring-bring--bring back the bomb Bring back the bomb They know not what they do Bring--bring--bring back the
getters Life betters The last thing I heard you say you said I was a dead man, bitch I'll put you right into gun point, you snitch Now I know your
friend They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth You sold your soul, now cold blood's how you get relief Now you
or your life is time wasted Manhood comes with realizin the true worth of what you're chasin If the end is what we're facin why bring seeds into the population
Do you, er, do you actually sit down when you get up in the morning and, and write out a song, or do you . . . When you say you write it, you compose it you
change, I tore you out the game Bullet wounds'll stop your buffoonery Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy To Lil Kim and em, you know the women
Get Get It Boy [Pharrell:] Don't Waste Your Time... Fighting The Lies Stay Your Course... And You'll Understand (Get It Boy) [Verse 2:] This 87 State
your flashlight It reflects the windows to your past life No psychiatrics could raid you from off the mattress As you fall deeper, and it's hypnotized you
find identity Believe in your friends, don't believe in your enemies Mountains of doubts and disbelief right in front of you Troops on the other side, what you
Up When I went to his crib he called police up Now you on your way to being pimp paplega For sending messages through bitches like, 'You gon' see us'