man of military means in my artillery Watchin over me through every murder scene From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die Sellin dope to all
my fuckin lil' homies My lil' homies.. Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies [2Pac] Just pay attention Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight
making niggas duck from Glocks all the time my mind's full of thoughts of ends I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow) My fake friends
my girl, she gettin paid today, ha hah ha I live Thug Life and let the money come to me Cause they can never take the game from a young G I'm gettin
- grow on trees Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes So niggaz whisper when they mention Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my
Drivin' like I'm in a Hooptee car full of ballin' caps keep yo hand on the strap and take all the craps Niggas know my steel-lo all legit but I'm drapped
, they ban my album, point the finga I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops I brought
friends neither. It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina. I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho. Never leave home with out my sugar. I'm hafta
tree my momma's on tha shit, my dadies splitten, mom's steady blaming me is it my fault, just cause i'm a young black male cop sweat me as if my destiny
life,.. motherfucking,.. motherfucking see, what does he like?... You know You turning an individual suffer with the jail... inhale making you forget the money Money it seems young
my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold And had the whole crowd
ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up Yo don't want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill As a young buck, niggas always knew I puff
I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right Teachin' the hoodrats what Cristal taste like I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck We
Got to get it all I'm with it all Been there, done, and did it all And what I saw was niggas fall Once the young whore get the call [Chorus: 50 Cent]
: (feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo & Young Buck) [50 Cent:] Yea... I like da thank everybody, Da haterz, ma fans... (wow), It's been five years man, 3
ain't a rap song, nigga this is my life (this is my life) And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn stripes (Yeah) [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Young Jeezy
be for the rush (rush)? My niggas love when they bust They steady buck and they duck They put your dick in the dust My niggas creepin on a come up Come
Bizzy] My mind can't hate 'em, and even all ah tha people gotta support me when I'm gonna buck it all tha way ta depend I don't needin' no friend, I Friends
