don't know who i am You don't know what i want You can't see in my head You can't even imagine You don't know what i'm feeling You don't know what i'm
for it When you got it you couldn't blow it So I saved what I had in the bag, then I would go get Radio batteries, I'd buy the cassettes LPs, 4-tracks
E R-E-S-P-E-C-T, to the day I D-I-E Or unless you're a wanna be, then you're not my cup of tea Don't make me act a damn fool, treat you like you in pre
em all fall down 'Til they kneal and get the feelin, Motherless and Heaven-bound (Heaven-bound) Don't ask me why I chase the cat Or do the dog-catcher
don't hear me? Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these motherfuckers kill me I'm still breathin [Napoleon] Now we was raised, "Fuck this life," I rose my right
i'm rappin' till i'm paid i'm getten green like i'm supposed to Nigga, I holla at these ho's and see how many I can go through Look to the star and
at my door? (I don't know but let him in) [Rakim] "I came in the door.." [Rakim] "I came in the door.." [Rakim] "I came in the door.." [Rakim] "I came
, I ain't really with that I ain't no joke, so don't provoke me to serve it With an attitude straight supreme I gives a fuck, 415 is a scheme And I did
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P Were internationaly known and locally respected Boy i know you done heard about me [50 Cent] F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S
when I pull mine I run from one time, fuck a pig, ya dig? I go to war with one nine I work, you see mine, But I ain't never ever gonna say I did it, In
I pull mine I run from one time, fuck a pig, ya dig? I go to war with one nine I work, you see mine, But I ain't never ever gonna say I did it, In a hoopty
I'm not a blood or a crip, I'm doing my own thang G-UNIT Shit, I done started my own gang I don't go that funny dance I don't throw gang signs But I'
't no talk show I'm not ya boyfriend, I'm not ya husband I'm not ya sugar daddy, I'm not ya best friend Don't need no best man, don't need no wedding
I'm untamed, I need a leash I'm insane, I need a shrink I love brain, I need a leech Why complain on easy streets? I don't even talk, I let the Visa
With the R.I.P. next to it I know you didn't think that I would But I'd do it It's a trip Better not slip Run for your gun as I make the hit Your ship
go eat, see, I'm a keeper All I ask is for me to see you in wife beaters And in them nice sneakers He like me? I don't doubt him Word? You got feelings
get back Cause I'm full of that wack and I don't know how to act I got a contract for the mike's I break I got strikes under my belt for the lifes I
