tear them down and i'll show you a beauty that this good life never found wait who called this beautiful? do you feel welcome in the good life i don
about me But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P [50 Cent] its G-unit and the
copped out, does that make me a quitter? In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut If I get
walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud My role
up the walk by kicking sand in the dirt A friend to the strangers, a stranger to friends He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a
walking with a snub Cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin' in the club til' they coughin on the rug Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud My role
by her new man in the MALL... wait a minute... think I'm gonna FALL... I have shot the president I'm queen of Brittain for a cent for fifty bucks I'll do a
something out there for me But I'ma flee my territory So I won't end up, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a
out there for me But I'ma flee my territory So I won't end up, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a
you can be found Gone without a doubt, lost and turned out Lost and turned out Lost, turned out Not a doubt What's it all about Lost, turned out Not a
here?) Nah.. (RIGHT! RIGHT!) [Polite] Yo, yo.. Eh.. [Chorus x2: Polite] It's 2 sides of the fence, which one you on? Either a friend or foe, if a foe
get it crackin bringin the action center of attraction late night on the creep trashin mashin on the party crashin rap with a passion not a quitter or a
hella piff, B-Real and Snoop mix Cocky like 50 Cent, humble like Common Sense Confident, doin pretty good for a Lawrence kid Reppin NY too and my Hell
the scientist mind You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life
that lip how high I tip, Tearing body fleshes off of the rip Like a lady when she having a fucking new born The doctor holla push, and her skin is torn a child is born
Short, y'all niggaz know what's happening Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah I made a half a million in a week And every nigga on the street got a
'd be wealthy Can't forget my first day at school Got stabbed in the head with a pencil but it's cool Get my education, a job and a family, a good reputation
