Lyrics:
the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust
You may end up gettin' rushed by too many to handle us (ha)
It's funny, I guess money does have its
video game, no cd, movie in 3D
News!! real fuckin bloody tv, no video game, no cd, movie in 3D
Gangs on every corner, shootin people drivin by
'm a oddity
Bitch, I poke a crip with a
Pistol cuz I'm a prodigy i think 50 Cent
Boosie Boo and Gucci are Gods to me
Cuz they done been through Hell and back
job
You live here, I work here I'm doing my job
I don't know if you don't know, don't care or can't see
Every time something up in the hood, it
Hahaha, uh
See, to live is to suffer
But to survive
Well, that's to find meaning in the suffering
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
There's an intruder in my house
He cut my phone line, can't dial out (shit)
I scream for police, but I doubt
They're gonna hear me when I shout
tumbleweeds.
I Can't Stop Loving You
(Don Gibson)
I can't stop loving you
I've made up my mind
To live in memories
Of the lonesome times.
I can't stop wanting
this, yeah
Trappin' about, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like, I couldn't get out if I wanted to
All us rappers are trapped in it
We can't get out, you
his Barkleys
That's ten years, I told Pooh in ninety-five
I'll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95's
Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride
And if
ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit
they could talk, what would they say?
They'd say, heh, Nash the slash
Why did you leave your sticker on my
Forty-two dollar and fifty cent suite
In
I Heard You On The Wireless Back In Fifty Two
Lying Awake Intent At Tuning In On You
If I Was Young It Didn't Stop You Coming Through
Oh, A, Oh
the others can't stand
The rubber band man be god damned if I can (oh)
Let another nigga fill my spot
If a niggas steal from me it's the steel I pop
I
and my body
Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?
I can't die, I can't die, I can't die
Yeah, my flesh no nigga could test, my soul is possessed
By
Lionel Richie
Low Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me
He'd be part of my charity
(I want to thank my hood)
To my people cuttin'
be on top and tryna to get there by tomorrow
See the money, bitches, bubbly, designer clothes, foreign cars
But I ain't never gonna change
Different
haters going to die because after
dollars and cents only the strong survive
[C Murder]
in gats we trust no limit niggaz going to bust
if you ride
Shall I proceed? (Yes indeed)
I'ma throw shade if I can't get paid (uh huh)
Blow you up to your girl like the Army grenade (uh)
You can slide on my ice
be the F
Stand tough and you lovin' me
You be humming bird
Can't fuck with the style that I got
Go ahead, press the one play it one more time
50 Cent
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
and can't live my life
You should hear they be saying man "50 be flipping"
"Shot my man over seven grams, that nigga be tripping"
I know death is promised,
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
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