Lyrics:
when summertime was new
You are here to watch over
Some heart that is broken
By a word that somebody left unspoken
You're the ghost of a romance in
I can pull up by the curb
I can make it on the road
Goin' mobile
I can stop in any street
Invite in people that we meet
Goin' mobile
Keep me
to check you
I'm Chi as buck-fifty's and Pelle Pelle leathers
Some say my beats made the Bulls play better
I say, black on black is the hate that hate
them up in a pot
Its Big and some pac n you mix em up and you got, juggernaughts of this rap shit, like it or not
(50 Cent verse)
I got a gambling
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
and a quarter
Just rarin' to clown
But don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more that I'm gonna keep
So let the good times roll
Let the good
some big booty heifer gettin' by
On that booty, instead of doin' duty
Aspire to be higher, I admire so I fire
Cause it's flyer to be hungry than phat
People keep on getting sick
And a nickel's not worth a cent
Wickedness and greed abound
Just as peace is gaining ground
It shatters
Hate is here to stay
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
Hey I'm working here, know what I'm saying
Try to put yourself in my shoes for a second
Its not personal I'm just saying though
Hey look
From when
Here we are two very bewilder'd people
Here we are two babes that are lost in the wood
We're not quite certain what has happen'd to us
This lovely
buys an
Eight by twelve four bedroom, I'm a
A man of mean by no means
King of the road
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no
cent
Fifty nigga hop out 50 whips with 50 blicks
Or I can come alone I don't need many men
Robbed a nigga for 50 thousand thank you come again
That nigga
Yo, the Ferarri man and the O
History in the making right here
We had to it 50+O, I'ma keep it five hunnid
They say I done changed when I got
flickering here
'Cause I can't pretend it's okay when it's not
No, it's not
It's death by a thousand cuts (you didn't touch)
Tryna find a part of me that
full and I won't wait here all day
I know you're saying that you'd be here anyway
But you're untouchable, burning brighter than the sun
And now that
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
from Arkansas who wouldn't listen to his Ma
When she told him that he should go to school.
Well He'd stay away in the afternoon, take a little walk
You are here and warm
But I could look away and you'd be gone
'Cause we live in a time
When meaning falls in splinters from our lives
And that's
fuck the world and the police
incarcerated by the ghetto so we trapped
that's why broke niggaz in the hood bust caps
nigga said gangsters make good
50 Cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well don't leave home without it
The Memphis niggas is rowdy rowdy
Them
bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
You like it when she do that right thurr
Right thurr man, he a trick, he
Gon' muthafuckin’ pay her, pay her
Everybody say ah, ah
Yeah, its 50 cent
And Lloyd Banks
And Young Buck
Yeah, and Joe
G-Unit!
Everybody say (la la la la la la la la la la
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
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