anything and give i stole a purse shot a cop joined the mob it?s much more legit than living career life bored to death we live in career shit
gas this shit right quick UHH! [Verse 1:] 40 Something, still got it Fuck double platinum I'm try'na go double profit I'm in my own lane, that independent shit
Hit it from the back, make you call me a bastard Goin' out vivid, got my foot all pivot, I give it How you give, talk it just how you live it (Yeah) You
] ?Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives? ?Lit it up, like the 4th of July? [Evidence] Alchemist. [Prodigy] [Chorus:] We doing it, getting our paper
it we're stoked that we met we're glad you care, you were there for us when we needed you most we couldn't have made it through without you there mad respect goes out
" - Chuck D (cut and scratched) "Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched) "Just because we play what the people want.." "They claimin that I'm violent" - Chuck D (cut
always sayin' some shit You say I'm playin' I'm never layin this di... Sayin blah blah blah cause I don't care who you are In this bar it only matters
(feat. Yukmouth, Dru Down, Swoop G, Cydal) Ha, ha. Eh, eh, eh, eh. Get out my face. Check it. Mobb shit bitch. Lynch Mobb mane. Eh, eh. The Lu-Lun
what the fuck I just pursued Some call it robbery, but shit, it takes care of me Life ain't easy, man, and this ain't the Cosby's I do what it takes
come Sweet done (50 Cent) We gonna bring it to anybody who want it you want it? you gonna get it your name on it we'll hit em, chew em up and spit em out
Cent-talking over beat) It's gangsta nigga It's too gangsta nigga I keep it gangsta nigga Wha wha It's gangsta nigga It's too gangsta nigga I keep it
Cent don't care I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah
, hot shit I spit it G-Unit kitted, blue New York fitted Shorty wanna cut, oh yeah, I'm with it She come to my hotel room, she know she gon' get it It
herb if you snort it 50 sack and a nick can vouch for it We keep it critical If you hard core spit it out, out, out, out Doc who be arousin' police My
by the laser disc We drink Valentine's while y'all sip on Cris' Who you tryin' to impress? Madman's the best Get it in ya head or carve it in ya chest
It's all good neather he'd hit the guard off Now you shit nigga garbage you's a rat never build for this mob shit I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking
rule yours? I feel sorry for you done, but for real There's a lot of grimy cats out there that will wyle out on you That's why you gotta stay on point
