snow Your boys set you up, like Johnny Depp in Blow You got nowhere to go, your cash flow is low Guess who you looking fo', you at my front do' Now that
re not my cup of tea Don't make me act a damn fool, treat you like you in pre-school Cause you broke the golden rule, and made me lose my cool Now this
, and a bad ass bitch invader We so thoed but solo, united for cash When I'm in my fo'-do' my trunk glow, with S.U.C. on my dash At a club we roam knocks
my bluff Yo flow is cream puff, it ain't hard enough Continue to huff and puff, and I'm gon show my stuff I'm on that other shit, the flow is ferocious
Ay, yo' check it out What would it take for a boy about my age To hear cheers in his head upon that stage And the cheers that would drown out The tears from my
down for theirs I need some man time, who got the fuckin' jack in here Where, ever I leave, my head's my home And if possible, always take my gat where
that Basket Case I can't forget about my partners on that Face II Face What's up? So chill with that Southern funk I make you tear up your trunk, he-he
love u and I`ll place no one else above you oh my babe though you so fine and it pleases me no mind I`ll never do anything to hurt you I`ll do my thing my
Rich] It's a Saturday night, my girl's actin real shitty Due to the fact I just left Campbell City Straight lace Zeniths and vogues all on point On my
my window, night time always makes it real thats the time the tears flow. think i found a way to stop the pain but its breaking down my soul, my soul,
of December and flowers of April are one with my soul Warmth of a fire that burns deep within, tongues of flame leaping high, Legacy of my blood I will
1] Everybody in the house- bounce, y'all already know what I'm about. The flow sounds sick over Dre' drums n*gga, I ain't stupid- I see Doc and my dope
go where she ain't gotta hear shots We shed enough tear drops Ah gotta thank god before ah thank uh soul For blessin me with da flow, n uh game da break
and pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray and pray for my downfall
a swollen bowling ball in my bag You need a fag and tear a near hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch [Chorus] [50 Cent] And all the bitches say My
nine Hate a liar more than I hate thief A thief is only after my salary a liar is after my reality The streets I know'em like my ABC's Stay away from
Go, Go, 50 in the house - bounce, y'all already know what I'm about. The flow sounds sicker over Dre' drums nigga, I ain't stupid - I see Doc and my dope
to eat For the next few years i'm so icey kid My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood My tattoo's could hit you with the thug ??hard flow?? My attitude