Lyrics:
to be just a commodity
I'm smarter G
This is my life, and my soul not just a job to me
It's the truest part of me
Fans now mobbing me
Fake friends
friends don't want to hurt me
But they told me that you burnt me
By that time you were ten miles ahead
(Cause) You're a quick change artist
Never do
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
Ten years ago today we finally
Released what had been my
Life's work up to that
Point: The College Dropout
I say "finally" because it was a
Long
artist liiife artist life
Yow yow yow
A just the artist liiife artist life artist liiife artist
Artist artist
You get a ten grand you get a ten grand you
And if you get it, then you just might not know
What to do wit' it, 'cause it might just
Come back on you ten-fold
I got a letter from a fan that said
And the Indian sun is rising
Instead of going down
Navajo, Navajo
The people call the people from
Ten thousand years ago navajo, Navajo
From the land
rocking the latest gear
New Year's after the ball, twenty one song in they ear
Watch this strip, make me back it up, D'Angelo knows the feeling
Off that
yo what an artist said, they're going
Yo yo yo!
Yo yo yo!
Brad's off twisting a win
And I can't afford to pay the feds
And now I'm never late
Young Jeezy has officially left
Def Jam but the
Rapper wasn't a free agent for long his
New deal was announced with
Three simple words
"It's official
Words by June Hershey
Music : Don Swander
Lyrics:
X = Clap
The stars at night are big and bright, X X X X
Deep In the Heart of Texas
The Prairie
official'
Handing out gold medallions at roll-call
I'ma ball and never fall 'cause Mack 10 want it all
[Chorus]
[Warren G]
Me and 10 get paid
'The rooms were so much colder then
My father was a soldier then
And times were very hard
When I was young
I smoked my first cigarette at ten
of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate, jump on the same G5
Checkin' for me heavy 'cause I go, yeah, I go, yeah
Workin' on the railroad
Sleepin' on the ground
Eatin' saltine crackers
Ten cents a pound
[Chorus]
Big ball's in Cowtown
We'll all go down
The rooms were so much colder then
My father was a soldier then
And times were very hard
When I was young
I smoked my first cigarette at ten
bitch up, and blow ya syst' up.
This that that get ya jive talkin',
East side artist C-Walkin',
People, people, listen closely,
I sing it 'cause
Yeah, Young Zay
Get the check
HGE, UK, G-A-D [?] conspiracy
Backwoods, smokin' on them Backwoods
The artist man, artist man, artist man, man,
G.G.O., Ghetto Government Official
Razah, 4th Disciple
[Chorus: x2]
Hip hop is a way of life, it's in my breath
The way I, breathe and step,
Workin' on the railroad
Sleepin' on the ground
Eatin' saltine crackers
Ten cents a pound
[Chorus]
Big ball's in Cowtown
We'll all go down
artist, too bad I turned cold hearted
3.5 in a Backwoods
Pop me a perc, 10 ou
They done got me started
13 in a clip, imma ball all night
Young nigga go
outer space
And this is how the message ran
Science fiction
Double feature
Dr. X will build a creature
See androids fighting Brad and Janet
Ann
Yeah
It's Shady, ha ha (woo)
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (ha ha)
Here we go again
Yeah (what? Huh-huh, ha ha)
Does it make you mad when I
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