Lyrics:
To be young at heart!
(Young at heart!)
And if you should survive,
To a hundred an' five,
Look at all you'll derive
Outta bein' alive!
I'm a love man
Call me the love man
Oooh, baby I'm the love man
That's what they call me I'm a love man
Six feet one weigh two hundred
Hey what up 'cause, it's 50 cent;
What's happening nigga?
[50 Cent:]
Ever since the moment I was born I been dying (Yea)
Hundred miles an hour
On a good day, when I think about her
I only cry a couple hundred tears
On a good day, when I can't forget about her
I can dull the pain with just
trouble man
Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man
Rubber band man, like a one man band
Treat these niggas like the Apollo, and I'm
(ey!)
Snowman's the name
Hundred grand on the chain
What's up!
[Chorus]
My seats is suede, my luggage is Louie (ey!)
And every bitch in
room for a hundred more
All across the nation
People doing what they can
To avoid the tribulation
That will be great throughout the land
thousand code ciolations light.
The city has more a hundred thousand wars
All for one of Forbes' four hundred whores.
Just one fire cracker on a big
'Cause you gimme just one little peck On the back of my neck
And I break out in a cold cold sweat
If I live to a hundred and two
I won't let
hundred and fifty seven reasons
Why you gotta get your butt on the floor right now
We ain't playin, we came here to get ill
Iller than ill, LL
gone
Be the shoulder that you're leaning on
I'll be standing here
For the next 100 years
If it all should end tonight
I'll know it was worth
completely
In about a hundred years
The truth is
I'll only miss her when some stranger laughs
'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears
Maybe in time,
to a hundred and five
Look at all you'll derive out of bein' alive
And here is the best part: you have a head start
If you are among the very young at heart
million, four billion, four hundred million
All over the planet earth
Arise you Gods, it's the time for the revolutional war
That's the mental war
That's
hmm
Cause I'm believing what your friends say
About your hidden secret seeds
The girlfriend
She wasn't disrespectful
In fact, she's a hundred percent
which way to go
I'm movin slow
My chucks only come wit a hundred miles of walkin
Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm gunnin nigga
DoggPound
of the moment and that's all it is
It's the heat of the moment
I agree
This shit, that's all it is
It's the heat of the moment
Be, be, a, be a 100% woman,
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis town
I don't care if it takes some time
I'm gonna make it right
I'm gonna make it right
Turn the head three hundred and sixty degrees
Bite the hand
parent better know
The girl's a deadly teaser
Wants to do a private show
She's got a hundred thousand fantasies
She wants the band to know
She
and get stabbed in that
Hollygrove my habitat, wish I could bring Rabbit back
Hundred shots come after that, call a ho a ho and a rat a rat
I said
or take you only got two-hundred days
'Cause I ain't comin' down this way too much more, again
You know they got pills for ills, and thrills, and even
I saw the shoals at night, with the moon above
I felt an obligation, and heard your voice again
If you were here once, you were here a hundred
tryna get at ya)
And I'm tryna get at ya
Seven hundred horsepower
Speakers beatin' down the block
Girls stop automatic static
Better call the cops
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