newborn strife (Believe me, believe me) Cause even if it leaves me broken, My heart will spare the love to spill All over these constellations. And starstuck patterns that made me feel so real (Made me
a newborn strife (Believe me, believe me) Cause even if it leaves me broken, My heart will spare the love to spill All over these constellations. And starstuck patterns that made me feel so real (Made me
s Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don't want 'em next to me If its on mother fucker believe I'm gonna ride I'm the type
guns are so just irratic... (50 cent) Chorus 2 believe me, we run this rap shit forchezy, make makin millions look easy, everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me.. believe me
phat Ghost, them came March 1st My eighth platoon got murked, got burnt for all our work After the funeral, I played low, countin' my last ten g's Three
the bullets when you're wildin out partyin Believe in the MC cause you can see me not Soundwave, faster than the dot on the Glock Non-stop cyber-funkin, let me
me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now Push a glock for me now, sale cock for me now Fight
Crazy (crazy) Ah (ah) Yo pussy kill me... Huh (huh).. yeah (yeah) yeah.. Huh, huh, huh ,huh.. [Nas] Pussy kill me when I was born (what) Pardon me,
wheel as I parallel park Kentucky derby on the grill The fact that I'm free let's me know God is great Ten year marathon of me selling concentrate These
me But they would try to crack me if they ever saw a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me If a nigga ain't running shootin
a Phantom and a G Wit' two pounds, two broads and a suite Two toned everything a nigga see Burnin' rubber in these motherfuckin' streets Made man, ol' head taught me
living for Hit me with that seven eleven or that ten to four Get lucky maybe send me down a bitch or two At least put me in the place to kick it to a
me with a mic cable is a religious experience in itself I got a message from God He said, "Don't even try to fuck with me," suckered reluctantly Carried
' on ten acres, dawg, wit a kiz-ost A whole lot to you, but a lil' nothing to me That's what you get, for fuckin' wit me Ain't that right, Sha Money from
niggas dwell in the Clair, be servin' them chop chops. We rippin' them guts with buckshots, pop, pop. Me give up shots out to the glock-glock. Krayzie: You better believe
let the stress get the best of me Trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me Till my brain gets clouded by the memory My memory, hey yeah Stressing me, stressing me
control Let me hear you say ohhhhh, let me hear you say ohhhhh ohhhh Can you believe It? [Styles P & Akon talking] Can you believe It? (Can you believe
