in me/ cuz i keep the hasian in me/ I been in jail, I got a couple 100 dayz ^ n me/ But i still keep the ak and the razor wit me/ I ball hard so other
top, nigga you cant even duck Baby Gangsta, heart stopper, car stopper I tote this chopper, I'm quick to stop ya You heard that I'll drop ya I'm runnin
fallen snow and in your room I saw that you had grown your cotton sheets did lift you by the throat I split the numbers indeed I held my arms outstretched I
I rise [Ta'He] Still I (still I) I rise (I rise) Please give me to the sky (the sky) And if (and if) I die (I die) I don't want you to cry [Hussein
to sin) Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (Dear God, I wonder could you save me?) [Tupac] Before I close my eyes I fantasize I'm livin well when I awake and realize I
, I'm strugglin Get drunk but I don't think I'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch When I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitch Cause ya
cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') (like it ain't nothin') i'm
Killa I don't think they readin my name right Cause it don't take a genius to see that i'm way nice I pop, pop, pop that thing When I rhyme call me
it ain't cool to fuck wit me [Tony Yayo] G-Unit, I roll wit gorillas Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killas I ain't tryin' to be dirty, still
be blown Motherfucker i’m grown I stunt i style i flash the sh-t I gets what the f*ck i want so what I trick Fat ass burgundy bags classy shit Jimmy
Everything About You I Mean... Damn! You Make Me Feel Good..! [Chorus:] When I'm Gone Girl I Miss You, When I'm At Home I Get With Ya I Be Right Back
dirt" I'm fuckin Satan's bitches He got mad and called body work A lynchin ain't shit compared to what I'm a give ya I'm born and raised in hell and bitch
and then ask 'em about the state of men and help the matter Brace yourself, I can't tell if I'm in peril I ain't well, fucking up some, soaking up some
the visa And know I?d like to leave her I can?t complain, Can?t talk, gotta catch my plane One... CHORUS I told ya she?s a rich girl, rude kinda prude Body
've been had I hope you got a warrantee Cause I been walkin' round with money bags in my bag shorty need to roll with me (Go slow) promise I can make
I can't point the finger at nobody but me but now I lose, I've been used, I've been lied on I used to be private but now I feel I'm being spied on it
dozens of bags Feelin' like all four members of Color Me Bad In one nigga, amazing shit I got that Courtney Love for ya, that crazy shit I don't drink every bottle I own, I
: Yea, (oh, oh), yea yea, oh I feel like dancing I feel like dancing I smell something in the air that's making me (high) I said I smell something
