I feel Like a fake ass soldier thinkin that they hard like Bogus With a fat chip on his shoulders When you see the Chevy come around the corner Betta
Slowly turning around the corner the sun burns on the back of his neck and he, he feels, he feels the wind cool his skin. Looking upward he sees the
(Eminem, Dr.Dre & 50 Cent) Ooww Ladies and gentlemen The moment you’ve all been waiting for .. In this corner : weighing 175 pounds, with a record of
] Jimmy can Crack Corn, but I don't care My enemies Crack Corn, but I don't care You can be black, white or albino, yeah You can have corn rows inside
This is what y'all niggaz is workin' wit' for 22 cents a gram? Man, when I come up in here treat me like I'm fam I could go Uptown and get this shit
(50 Cent) Yo this is 50 cent, yaknawsayin? I'm here with my man Whoo Kid, you know how I put it down nigga It's not safe around here as soon as the street
, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich, gored, ya head all taped up niggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm around Haha, my soldiers around in this
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo) This rap shit plays a major part IN my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right To send a mothafucka at you tonight
here writing some lyrics about what where going through you know, it's kind of heavy but... yo this is on my mind man but I want you to check this out
hand Heard these haters makin plans Tryna get me for my grands It's the world of Short-Nitty Now I got my villians with me On the corner, countin my scrill On a mission, around
get me that and get me this, What I do when I chill with my crew. So just to get a shout out, To all my peeps on the street, We dedicate this song, On
got they life snatched away Nobody knows when they gotta go, mayne [Chorus] That's all baby, You never know when you gotta go Deaths around the corner
up Man, my weed is smoked up Man, my weed is smoked up There ain't nobody left around Nobody left around Nobody left around Nobody left around Nobody left around
Hook] [Verse 3: 8 Ball] I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn I don't go around poppin
stake on Jesus but I'm the sleeziest I might look righteous but I'm the devious A ghetto Cleopatra, only the 9th Prince can sieze this Reach this, pass
baked from that shake Yeah you can't f--- with this you're Walter Middy don't take it as a dis but the fantasy has got to end this minute I had a f---
This next one is about the town we come from It's called Omaha Stylee In a minute everything you have can all be straight gone In a minute things you