Thinking of the time, we would go to shows They called it HC, called it punk, it doesn't matter It was not violent and it was for the cause Taking a
Thinking of the time, we would go to shows They called it HC, called it punk, it doesn't matter It was not violent and it was for the cause Taking a trip
time to hear him out, but why when I go to a party of emcees and clear em out you hear about dozen Treach's kick that same old shit I dont think they
, you hear me coming through your bang You can catch me in the turning lane, in an all terrain With my right hand, guiding the grain Think it's a game
m on the good side, but this worlds so shaky at times I swear this planets on an intergalactic fault line Every time I race I cant win I keep pace till
we burn it down niggaz always drilling me, ?till they see my four pound bitches always feeling me, try to give me some head while I'm in the studio,
and fortune or to get a head start But in the long run they will see That they are nothin else but victims of prophecy Time is running short, the world
on my enemies Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think
the Lex, wit a ounce to burn Got them Watts niggaz with me, OFTB They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy
a lesson to be learned At times I got wild still kept it mild I think about you like you think of Bristal Do you ever think about me? The way I think
burn Cause im still concerned Trust me, It?s a lesson to be learned At times I got wild still kept it mild I think about you like you think of Bristal Do you ever think
want me back on the street? ! I'm back on the streetm baby! Yeah! 718, we 187'n all the time! Niggaz wanna bump heads, wanna bang with' me, WHATTUP?
a grove of hash Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass It's like she loves me, she loves me not Cause her friends pump her head hull of bullshit
car revs up*} {*gunshots*} [Chorus: 50 Cent] If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out) There's no time
t know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 3: Spider Loc] I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head
fuck witcha boy 'tack time is crank time, I flip that, get that back Louie V. napsack filled up with G-stacks I'm sick in the head, me I'm all 'bout the
half dead, He must say no, but now he know how shady the Math is, Even murderous tactics, get better with practice, Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn