that way But even a broken clock is right atleast two times a day You could have turned guns into roses like two times today Now there's something you gotta say two
a trois, you twots? Fuck that I'd rather turn this club to a ballroom brawl. Get as rowdy as Roesthlisberger in a bathroom stall. Like a leaf stuck in a
. With *Bizzile on that Cadillacs, but as sharp as a thumb tack. Ia??m so Young Money, get like Twist dude. I can be a school boy and a a??Ga?? like Ice
whatever We both rock Bugarri, both push Ferraris I go so hard in the paint, I'm sorry! [Chorus] [50 Cent] You want me? I want you Plug one? Plug two
.S. if you need a lift Who's the kid in the drop Who else, Will Smith Livin' that life some consider a myth Rock from south street to one two fifth Women
underground stoned fuckin' pimp With tracks that mack and slap back the whack Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass But watch me rock with Liberace flash Punk rock
anyone approaches We be like noches, buenos And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers R&B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers My style is perhaps one
fuckin' with me hard and I'm heartless, I'm a kid again lookin' out my window watchin' niggaz get murdered in college worked the parties, step with??,
walk on by, walk on by My man P put me on to the shorty Henn Rock Now Henn Rock is strong enough to make your heartbeat stop One sip I thought the bitch was a
Nah, I dunno I'm just tryin' get a label Sit behind the desk, you know, watch a lil' cable Put my lil' man out, throw a few grand out Get into some pop music, put a rock
the KID one time closer for the KID one time closer for the KID one time back that ass on the KID one time now drop it like you do it for the EAST one
all! [G-Rock] Having dealings with skill My skill, never have to kill Fuck dead 'em in your grill Yeah fuck nigga for real With a posse a-standing along
don't know me You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin and you're phony It's my little pony and you cannot get a ride So when you see me homey
's about relating back to the essence where it all stems from. I'm a do my thing over this drum like a native tongue. Verse one Q-Tip: Do what you
made a mistake" You say, "Fuck Nell Carter, c'mon Jimmy, give me a break" You made a mistake on the first take tryin to break a leg for take two
can't move away It's just you and me, without the scrutiny Bitches screwin' me, two and three truancies Four shots, one toolie G, one uliogy My mother and girl is smothered in pearls Before a
Fly from sure kings from queens press the one-eighteen I have my eyes open stepping out into the world So fiendish, old English till I earl, growing pains A young kid
a story, let me tell you something Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie I couldn't break dance y'all, or electric boogie I was obsessed with