: Slow down! This is slippin' through my mind, the conversation has run out of time. Honey, I know you know what I mean, and that's the one thing that
in the F.D.G. And I say only God in the heaven knows I'm a bad child, come and love me And I say oh, yeah I'm a rebel in the F.D.G. And I say only God
Slow down! This is slippin' through my mind, the conversation has run out of time. Honey, I know you know what I mean, and that's the one thing that you
more prophets They've all been replaced with politics And they have your people hostage That's why I'm sending you this postage If you're listening Mr. U.F
You know you done fucked up right? I got yo hoe. I'm yo bitch nigga? aight. [x3] Back up off me, back up off me when I step in this bitch I wanna hear
Shiny shoes, he runs to catch the train Rockets launched if he is late again Pushed and squeezed on the sardine machine To his Mr. Nine till Five routine
Shiny shoes, he runs to catch the train Rockets launched if he is late again Pushed and squeezed on the sardine machine To his Mr. Nine till Five
world to me And you are the roots, to our family tree Tina, Paula and me and P-A-T You gave us all, L-I-F-E I thank God for you, and all that you do And
LBC and I don't know what y'all done heard about me But I'm a C-R-I-P with some P-I-M-P too I'm a real pimp playa from the 213 crew Now look here boo
the blood in my veins Why complain 'cause we all gon' die, but I can wait I'm the letter after F and right before H I'ma G, nigga see nigga the pain
do, dummy Despite your degradations, +Dialect+ distributed by disc $12.95 for record and $10.95 for tape E - E is for the everlasting thorn in my flesh F is for flesh itself - fuck you! G
my front porch sewed up the feds chasin' through the back roots, cuts an stretch I got no time for no patience Keek hittin' fences A-G bailin' through
My glock pop from blocks you can feel it g-g-g-g-g-g, it's the muthaf-ckin unit! my shit knock for blocks, you can hear it g-g-g-g-g?its the muthaf-ckin
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 D.P.G from new york city to the
[50 Cent] G Unit! [50 Cent] A, B [Scarlett] You can't fuck with me [50 Cent] C, D [Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets [50 Cent] E, F [Scarlett] Don