Lyrics:
this question first
Who am I living for?
Is this my limit?
Can I endure some more?
Chances I'm given, question existing
Who am I living for?
Is
There is no good reason
I should have to be so alone
I'm smothered by this emptiness
Lord I wish I was made of stone
Like a fool I lent my soul
Ayo
You know who the fuck this is, it's 50 Cent
I'm hangin' with my man Lloyd Banks, my nigga Tony Yayo
It's comin', we comin', nigga
All this
And when the water reside, you're Bobby Boucher
But we thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga
I got a P89 in a suitcase
I know you heard me nigga, this is
everybody's givin' in
This one's for the girls
This is for all you girls about twenty five
In little apartments just tryin' to get by
Living on,
I can't stop at all
Uh
Drug abuser
Mad man
Juvenile
Want someone to hold his hand
Ya
Taliban
Living kamikaze
He don't care who in his way he still
There is no good reason
I should have to be so alone
I'm smothered by this emptiness
Lord I wish I was made of stone
Like a fool I lent my soul
to get them to listen
Piss on your designer boots and designer leathers
[Chorus]
Hey little rock star, what don't you see
This is not all that it's
Yo, check it
Call Lil' Cease
Tell that motherfucker to bring me some motherfucking weed to this hospital
Man fuck that (Notorious)
Tell that
I ain't a sucker!
This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever fuck with me
You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother
Word
track
The track is bangin' by itself
You know what I'm sayin'?
Uh, yeah-yeah, yeah
They don't want (yeah)
To fuck with me (nah)
They don't know
next?"
"I didn't screw it up, did I?
Okay, but here's another one I could screw up"
"What is it?"
"Am I going to do this by myself?"
"Do it by
Who the fuck that is? Who the fuck that is?
Who the fuck that is? Who the fuck that is?
I don't know that bitch, I don't know them either
Kinda
see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo
Can I get a fuck you?
To these bitches from all of my niggas
Who
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
this what we're all living for today
The world that we created
You know that everyday a helpless child is born
Who needs some loving care inside
rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen
his fuckin' throat and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and surely
Somebody knows the address of the jury
Pay a little visit, "Who is it?" (Oh it's Ice
decision could only be made by me
I'm Slow-Dancing Silently
With a girl who's about to own my soul
He kiss will start her owning me
Her kiss is pushing
the animal that built this prison
Who's the animal that invented lower living
The projects, thank god for Russell Simmons
Thank god for Sugarhill
I'm putting
And she’s out here throwing
Bottles and throwing shoes?!
Who the fuck is gonna get
Her a fucking intervention?!
Get the fuck outta here with this bullshit!
see a frightened
Person who is frightened by the
People who are scorching this earth, scorching this earth
I'm just a wandering on the face of this
accident
Who in solitude, who in this mirror
Who by his lady's command, who by his own hand
Who in mortal chains, who in power
And who shall I say is
juevo
Dale juevo
Up in the club
Fuck VIP
P to da I, I to da P
Ying to the Yang
Up in this thang
D to da rock
My nigga Kaine
Up in the cut
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