But it's my day it's my first day on the earth stay like today like my birthday like my sure thing it's my day and all the girls say it's my day it's my day
it Uptown keepin' me doing bad Is it the silver packs Is it the nickel bags? What the fuck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad Is it the twenty sacks ? Is it
deepen it in and you can chew all night Big up to my man Little Rob he's in the house and he got it goin on To my Uptown crew, my nephew Hasi Boom on
go.. Throw your fingers up! That's just the Thug in me girl, you know Peep out all my homies, y'know, it's like *singing* I know you've been searchin
take care of me So hit it again when da buzz starts to fade Da Mary Jane's better than marmalade Spark up da jays we cold gettin dumb High all day's my
(It's Fifty!) If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!) If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!) [50 Cent] I'
foever, watch you grow up stronger That's the way it has to be, everything problem Keepin it always true And no one knows What I'm into you Cause you'll never kno what it's
's flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my
There's a body I'm tryin' to find. If I carry it out it'll bring a good price." 'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind. The wind it was howlin
They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn But you wouldn't know it by me Every day's been
them do they think could carry you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
it? Have it, runnin up you sons of bastards Blast it, we sons of assassins Match it, collecting more cash That's true, you're feeling that Niggas said all my
than I tell ya I'm a do it big [T-Pain:] Do it bigger than it's ever been before I'm a get it til I can't no get no more When the drop top coming out
my brother's friend, well, just to get me by I don't trust his cut The effect is never as high as the mark-up I think I'll print it in the personals that
the meantime I've got it hard Second floor living without a yard It may be years until the day My dreams will match up with my pay Old dirt road Knee
girl that's A List Not one that's just barely made it on A List Cause from Wall To Wall We got it Poppin' right now It's a hundred girls, tryna get DOWN
we got some f'ing to do Sippin' on a potion like Dr. Jekyll would do Cause I got loose screws in my head and it's true I need my medication [?] I'm doing
store kill my mom's bedroom And deliver the baggy a crack 'cause I rap... since for you the match box ... superstitious like level fifty in black... is that dirtyness, got to see it
