Acoustic songs make everyone sad these days All about broken hearts and love fading away Well we've got one here so we can cheer you up About the people
Don't you tell me what to be you see 'Cos all I'll say to you is fuck off and die My life is mine, my body is me Fuck all religions, fuck off and die
It's like your paradise, but it's not what it seems Ideals are not reality, they're nothing more than dreams It's like your idols that offer you freedom
I've been sitting here, I just don't understand Why do these people treat me like a clown? I get up every morning at the right time, But when I get
Typical people, I know you'll be there Party tricks that I just can't bear See you dressed in your nice new suit Fall about 'cos your pissed as a newt
This is so shockingly revealing That this hole is finally healing That you ripped through my chest Too bad you were second best Please stay awake There
Don't you, just feel so broken hearted? They unzip you from your throat to your pelvis. I'm just gonna feel so broken hearted. Vampire cities sprouting
fifths, Steady Mobb in this bitch I see his eyes wide, his wig split up on some murderous an half of his mutha fuckin clan was on some other shit scramblin
[50 Cent] She loves me, she loves me not (yeah) She loves me not The fiends need me I aint around, they bones ache Detox, rehab, cold sweats, watch
gun shot), you know I ain't stoppin' Till my clip is empty, I'm simply Not that nigga you should try your luck with, or fuck with Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken
[Intro- 50 Cent] She loves me, she loves me not Yeah she loves me not [Verse 1- 50 Cent] The fiends need me, I ain't around it, bones ache Detox, rehab
to later find they owned the lot adjacent Mark the blasphemy elements of elogance and savagery Murder the gossip, fuck it run off happily The broken spoke
I shook the buddy system wisdom till the similairs repel I sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwits syndicate jackals I'm broken arrow to the fuckin bone (broken
umm, to Atiba Rest in peace to my man Wilson from Exena Street Rest in peace, to all my other peeps Also rest in peace, to my man T-Bone You know I ain
not the evil It's the defining of beauty for other people And the never-ending effort to accept what we're told That what others say is the truth imposed
Primo Tito knew the steelo he knew it wouldn't take much for nice to come home, other niggas was dumb plus when him and Nice were comin' up them other
[AMG] Yeah.. whassup y'all? It's a 304 thing baby Snatchin the hoes and the loot.. Smack it up, flip it, fly honey dip it I never bone alone, I got
face up like space from black holes I mack dips stack chips fuck gat clips Ap rips phat shit when I spit rap scripts Rockin microphone chrome leavin bones broke
