I closed my eyes like Marvin Gaye But now I've had enough It's in the drugs It's in the drugs It's in the drugs, ahh It's in the drugs You had your
days? Crawling on the kitchen tile it Looks like I might be a while I?m low and going down. I?m low I?m only rolling here on the ground, I?m low I?m
observe y'all Reminiscent when I herbed all y'all E-Money Bags in blood printed on the wall Who you gonna call? Toast busters Niggas who roller coast behind drug
You gave birth to a deaf generation Visual talent is the new sensation The trade in value of soul has dropped to all time low Plastic molds are the new
the President, but will he meet me? He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug ni**a We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin
my mothafuckin' riches Even when I die They won't worry me Mama don't cry Bury me a G So you wanna make a million And motherfuckas catching drug cases
m wrong and I'm heartless, but all along I was lookin for a father he was gone I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs They showed
I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along I was lookin for a father he was gone I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs They showed
a million dollars outta quarter ounce. And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them hos. Got a 45 screamin' about survival. Hey nigga can I lay low, cook
[Talking] Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby 50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna
where I be Take 'em to ecstacy without ecstacy I'm the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipe Doc got the antedote and send the drugs in the nose Can
we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) [Let's go] [Verse 2] Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good On the low, I done fucked
50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (yeah!) [B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion [50 Cent:] I know my momma wish
[Verse 1] You can take your last breath, put your vinyl to rest No fight to the death it's a suicidal success Jealous of you? You're 5'2", low IQ My
glass jars My frame's composed of more species than Madagascar I gobble suns like a quasar You're Hailey's comet, and although low I rock don't make me