[Verse 1: 50 Cent] Man I told ya'll I was finnin' to blow like C4 Stunt in the G5 fly in the G4 G Unit footwear, G Unit apparell I'm so hood That green
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A new era of industrial fascism has begun and our world's fate is being written by the wealth addicts in the name of corporate dominance yet among the
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Oh! Let's burn this fucking town!
Here we fucking go! Drop it like it's hot -- cold yeah! I need to know if this weakend heart has strength to carry on Another day around the ones who
Right before my face the colors of the world fades away. We are walking around like ghosts and I am overwhelmed by the feeling of hopelessness. A desperation
Set these guitars of fire baby! Yeah I was making choices. Every day was a fucking struggle. I couldn't tell who to blame when everything went straight
It seems that we're only chasing after the hope and the dreams we have We don't trust ourselves in the present so we linger on to the past Let's go
Bring out the knives! We're about to go down with a taste of vengeance. Don't make a sound. Just a single word can cause a landslide We will rumble the
It's in your eyes I've seen it for some time The sadness within Keeps bursting like a gun You're under a fight Your heart gets very thin The ground that
Embrace the truth We have make this downfall. Never before and never again will we be ashamed for who we are. We kept burning bridges like there is
We are lost on the sea of mystery And when the night is getting darker See a light it might just get us out alive One by one they've torn our dreams
Don't speak a word! You make more sense to me, with your mouth shewn shut! I've been waiting for your move. I can taste your weakness. I can feel your
We are the misfits of the world We're writing songs and we want to Sleep all day and party all night We never grow old, we never die Only we can, only
I met a man with razor hands He quoted sixteen words We sand hallelujah He pointed down said, That's your own. You're going straight to hell! We sang
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