songs written by the soul but the gangs in the suburbs among the staves screwed by the swing of blues keep on shouting don?t turn your back of history
about me everyday, hour, minute Second to nobody, baby check it You look as good as your chess And when your neck it, I'm ready to fuck A little head in the truck If a turn gang
: (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
with a nigga know what I mean ? I ain't trying to turn you all niggas into alcholics Alcholics (ha ha) I'm just trying to turn you into muthafuckin
pro, you should wife her; Hoes follow me, like I'm the fuckin' Pied Piper Sheena, I don't like her! - Titi, I don't want her. Rhonda, I like her, every
what you don't know Kobe? Yeah, he's real with the flow Kick in the do' wavin' the flow-flow All you heard was stop, can't take the hits no more Ha, didn't
went fast as the Vice Had rushed in, bussin', could you imagine this life? The streets come alive and laugh at your sorrows Leavin' your soul hollow That you fill it back
with you boy [2x] Don't jock, don't jock, baby don't jock me I drop the hotness, baby watch me You can't, you can't, no you can't stop me 'Coz I'm a
don't want to dance, By standing on the wall? Get your back up off the wall, tell me. How you gonna do it if you really don't want to dance, By standing
move your tongue Cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in your ass And smash and crash Protect my niggas for combat Leathaface at ya and on your
test my hood, It'll be your loss, even if you bring your clik, Get tossed and it'd do you no good, Can't fuck wid my gang no thang, And the bullets they
trunk Old English, really don't need it, but in case my trues wanna get drunk They pump bone, so leave 'em alone You don't wanna get shut down Thug runnin
twelve gauge thug You don't want fuck with, no buck with, Rip's breakin' 'em bustas Blood, me fillin' 'em ? me murder. I show no mercy Turn your back, clack back
