And I slept on your doorstep The wohle night The whole night It was so fault that you believed Your own lies your own lies (2x) I keep on waitin' I keep on waitin' I keep on
I slept on your doorstep The wohle night The whole night It was so fault that you believed Your own lies your own lies (2x) I keep on waitin' I keep on waitin' I keep on
when he closes the gate But to the station he don't want to be late His manner changes as he steps on the train Beneath his bowler (hat) lies a schizophrenic
I like it hardcore I'm from Brooklyn, you can leave ya Timberlands on Creep like a Grem-i-lin, I'm a late night broad (Once again it's on) Soon as you
m on TV to find that my girl was a trick She did my main man, plus my own band I had to take a stand and beat the trick bad Two sisters, that were doin
that thang In a smoke-filled room, filled with noise On a special night just for the boys I'll be sittin' at a table, just sippin' on a drink, While the
fat Rollin' 'round the club like a bitch in heat But at four in the morning, she couldn't be beat A plate of chicken wings and a stack of fries Trying
wants to see if I'm a g weighin 185 And I'm high 'til I fuckin die refrain: OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for
does is stress ya I can see your state of misery from the introduction Ain't bout no suckin and touchin, just harmless discussion Maybe we can see a better way, find a brighter day Late
It's on Toss it up, we took you on, and we took y'all beat You know we beat you down, and we took y'all beat Cause you wasn't rockin it right Tired of
crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me Plus my alias is Makaveli A loaded three-fifty-seven with
Burn my cit's on fire burn modern day tragedy crim on the rise police brutality my reality's B-A-D cuz the F-A-C-T of the matter's getting sadder check
as well ask what set I claim. (Where you from?) Lookin' at me as If I was a enemy, but if I'm the enemy, you better take a look in the mirror, G. Could
.A. to Miami I'm gettin a tux cold fitted for the Grammy's As a DJ, man look, I gotta spin it Hook up a beat, enter a contest, win it We're a rap group
? You running? I'm coming to get you boy! (boy!) You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya (yeeah!) Times running out, I'm a get ya boy! [50 Cent
Cent] I can hear your heartbeat, you?re scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, you?re scared [x2] You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I
roll it benjamins we hold it with a gold thirty spokes rolex I'm folding them papers disolve into vapors I got a trunk full of papers with a gangsta
late I dont care how this may sound, but you need to know right now. so I might as well just come on out and tell ya. (Beat section) All of a sudden
