but isn?t it the end for every rebel band? in this game the stake is not "glory and money" tell your friends THE GANG is NOT FOR SALE When they told us
[50 Cent talking] Is this mic on, lady?s and gently men I like to thank you all for coming out tonight For the screening of my new film I?m Not Rich,
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'm a
and mob creates its face Megalopolis builds barriers, you die under their stress The mob creates its atmosphere: Bitches, drugs, guns for sale. I'm a
oil my chrome cause i got murder in my blood and in my chromosone for the fact that i tek none pack a gun in my dang a lang that nigga that nigga that gang
! Shot bruise em jeah! Two more for Cam fa takin over the Roc. Jeah... Jeah! It's my year so Jeah! It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here, like Kurt
be delayed I once was the least paid but I made the grade Cause this ain't a slave sale and I ain't the same stale rapper, no, I'm not a phony microphonist
to be back in town But third day I be gone again When your hot your hot And when your not your not From re-sale to cd-sale Its a long way you feel me
they throat look in my eyes now slowly your oldie that's for takin it P now what's left to play soley that's for fuckin wit me listen in the streets
enforcin' the spot that they are All of y'all artists that have waited for the fame A word of advice, yo this is not a game Some cash in, now some cash
ya ????? don't get me pissed Put hollow tips in clips like chips in dip Bitch nigga here could flip tha script, ya not built for dat Ya not soldiers, ya get killed for
are you with me? Yeah That sounds nice You know we love you Ice I'm a junkie for females and that's the fact I'm not into havin' my homeboys rubbin'
'm banned, I'll sell a million tapes Radio suckers never play me Radio suckers never play me Radio suckers never play me I made records for music, not for
fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold diss a fool Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools For no reason Pop suckers hookin for hits
for lost pay loads The bay knows it?s hustle-matic till you drop Stop lookin' bold through the cuts, lookin' for cops I kept on runnin' for three years
' Rollin' Picture me rollin' Picture me, picture me rollin' Is y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin' roll call You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not
