, Bring It Back Today, There's Nothing You Can Do, To Change Me, There's Nothing Left For You, Left For You To See, For What It's Worth, I'd Take It Back
they be at It's the same congregation, Young Pac is back YouknowhatImean? [C-Bo] Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit It's a celebration
you bring It back? ! Only bitch-ass niggas cover over they tats And wake up by the comas - with' no get back! (GET BACK!) I'm a kick an' push his ass
in ya mouth, Jack! {50 Cent! } [50 Cent:] I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout it! - I'm 'bout it, 'bout it! I push the coupey you see in books a crowd around it
way I get it I do, I get it There's something about the way I did it Like there's nothing to it [Chorus:] You don't wanna see a nigga doing bad My eyes
awake, It's back again reality No fakin' I sit back and think about this real money makin' When I'm [Chorus x2] [Interlude] Hello? -Hey, whats up dawg, it
your hand He reached it on out, and then bam He bit him, he bit him so fuckin' hard Blood was steady gushin' all over my back yard I kept apologizing,
it on, come on, bring it on It's a new way for this hip hop shit, sing a long Who it is, nah bitch the question is, what it is It's that back yard bangin
Proud Cah Ah Bad Man A My Dad, Fi That I'm Glad, Rise Up My Mag From My Lab Dem Die Bad, Yuh Ah Nuh Real Gangsta Yuh A Try Bad, Yuh Have -man Bredda Yuh
t stop getting paid Living this life of mine I don't know if you really got what it takes Hustling's in my blood and it just won't go away Time, money
to me Nothin' that I wanna store as a memory Livin' alone, hidin' in the back room. Four times a day a run the vacuum It's dirt outside tryin' to make it
'm armed with a gat I pull it out and lay you out on your back your body shaking with your blood on the mat So back,back cause I'm closterphobic cain'
armed with a gat I pull it out and lay you out on your back your body shaking with your blood on the mat So back,back cause I'm closterphobic cain't
verses like Ayatollah Komeini I break in half, setting staff with ancient math I wait and laugh, create a *fucking* blood bath. [Esoteric] I bring the
could And play the bat yo and watch the brothas bark like wood So knock on it Go head you want it Nobody want it You turned in for it pulled nine stingers
back Fore a Holly Grove nigga run all in your set So much love for them niggas out that Y 17 That Holly Grove in affect, its all good It goes...check it
(B.G.) It's still an uptown thing nigga B.G. representin' to the fullest It's still an uptown thing nigga Check it out Verse 1: (B.G.) I reside in
