Lyrics:
night was live or die
Twenty-Twenty and I'm alive
Feels like when the angels cry
They fly by my side
This is a song for the human kind
If I don't change
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
the rest of their lives
For high overhead there's a mighty explosion
A fireball on the ninetieth floor
For like a cruise guided missile
Flight 11 has flown
and there I sought for the pay-streak of my dreams.
So twenty years, with their hopes and fears and smiles and tears and such,
Went by and left me long
I'm a bad, bad man, oh yes I am
So whatcha gonna do?
I say, what I mean
I mean what I say, ooh yeah
You should know me by now
I like my own way,
I live my life like a hurricane
Twenty-four-seven 'til I go insane
I'm on a rocket to heaven
Everybody loves me
I'm surrounded by people
Wishing
the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West
live twice
When you're gone, you're gone, without no bye
'Cause only a judge can give you life (yeah, yeah)
This is my advice, trust me, I nearly lost
I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3AM
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3AM
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3AM
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At three a.m
Nothing I get more than sex
I fuck more, more than you
I can't make my cock shrink
I am erect twenty four seven
These pills have changed the lives
Of men
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
this world with a grain of salt
Jesus gave me a wake up call
"It's 3 a.m." she said, "Who are you, Matchbox 20?"
She said, "Are you getting rest?"
playin' on an old guitar
Now I get to play the blues near and far
So special, all those heroes
When I was a man about twenty three
I got some Albert
But even if they could
Today twenty-two will die from suicide
Just like yesterday, they're gone
I live my life for each tomorrow
So their memories
the dream's fall
He don't have shit
He's learned to live with it
The drum's in debt
You owe me, don't forget
That twenty bucks
Interest and moral
I took their smiles and I made them mine
I sold my soul just to hide the light
And now I see what I really am
A thief, a whore, and a liar
I run
again
And by the way you look fantastic in your boots of Chinese plastic
Hare Krishna, Hare Rama too,
Govinda I am still in love with you
I see you
February 20, 2014
50 Cent announced today that he has signed an
Exclusive worldwide distribution and services
Agreement with Caroline capitol
UMG
(look out)
One point two, that's a whole lot of more "Vroom" (look out)
Three point two, that's a whole lot of whole lotta (look out)
It's live
the engine, head by the transmission
And I be right where I am mista
Me and my damn pistol
Me and my girlfriend
In this world alone, so bring it on
And umma
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