Lyrics:
I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you
I'm undecided about you again
Mightn't be right that you're not here
It's double-sided, cause I ruined it all
But also saved myself, by never
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
You have too much time on your hands.
R is for R-gyle
No, it isn't
OK, you're right; I couldn't find a good "r" word
S is for Saar, a lovely
y'all can do what you wanna do
You know you fucked up right?
You shoulda just said nothing
Now you're going to have to give me a check to stop
All I hear
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Yeah
Nigga you so tough
Tough until your heartbeat stop
The tre pound pop, your arteries shot
You bleed into shock, get in
that many
'Cause you're the only one
I'll give you good and plenty
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
here.)
We both work 'til late,
Catch the fifty-eight.
Usually asleep by eleven, (asleep by eleven)
But somehow it didn't seem right
When you
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
It rains for days
So you stay inside and lock your door
Cryin' all the time
Crying for, you don't know what for
You say, you're undone by his kiss
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
ain't gonna tell ya
What's right for you
Is it right to take the easy way
Close your eyes get on your knees and pray
Now you're saved by a higher voice
that's ok, I'll come by and get you. Lets say around..."
[She hangs up phone]
Richie: "Come on.."
[Phone rings]
Richie: "Hey."
Samantha: "Sorry. I guess he
that's what my best friends brother said...
(I'm walking away)
You know you're right, we should always stay in touch.
(I'm walking away)
This is your
[50 Cent]
This is how we do it, when we do it
like we just wanna tear the club up
We do it like ain't nuttin to it, the way we do it
Now e'rybody
hands where my eyes can see
Yo, everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck
Forty fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was
50, Tweezy, Obie,
Oohh...
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me right
(Oohh...oohh...)
Breathe me, taste me, touch me, take me in your arms tonight
All
hurts
It will hurt
Overwhelmed by its cosmic spores (no, no)
If you lied
It was ok for me, too
It's all right
Nothing will heal my heart
Now you're
There's a spot in the yard in back of that shack
Where the ground is always wet
And on certain nights if the moon is right
And you're down by the dark
Alright heres a stupid song i wrote today
Yeah alright, ok this is called uh
DJ: would this be a world premiere?
Yeah this is probably the first
You say you're all alone,
And after all the changes you've been through today
You can use a little tenderness, right now
OK, I've been alone,
a so-called friend
For a fifty dollar gram is what the neighbors say
Drugs had control of his life
Caught up on crack you're tryin' to think back
are left with no choice!!!
in china, nike pays workers fifty cents a day
in the U.S. lawmakers give china "free trade"
human rights-based sanctions
50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there
(tenisfield) Tennessee,
Haha..
Get'em Buck!
[G-Unit
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