(feat. Spider Loc & Lloyd Banks) [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] Nigga things, change, dem stay the same Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder I
'm gonna say it) My whole country wanna fight in the war But I'm more like Micheal Moore writin the story, I Need a deal that'll run the house, I Jog my memory
I was Just a scrub, not good enough to get your love I came with acrobatic tongue tactics Parental advisory because my shit is graphic Tatooed on your memory
your cheek it burn then it split your cheek Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X
You can't break me, You won't break me, Cause this heart is made of gold. I can't remember the last time I've seen this place, it's just a memory that
my homeroom angel on the pages in between My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold My angel is a centerfold, Angel is a centerfold [x2] Slipping
we could end up bein' inmates See it ain't all peaches and cream, take a look at the game Pour out some Hennessy and take a walk down memory lane I lost
Trapped in a philosophical box - I wonder how I got lost Dirt, dust, grime through the past brushed off Memories - one by one - Fall like Niagara in
darkened scene, clear skies are what I need. The light resides in lines, offset in different times. And I'm blinded by a sea of this strange memory.
the top gunner The number one for funner two tonner with the talents that the doctors have described as a chemical imbalance of the (weed) and the (drank) on my memory
to send him to Stanford ... and ohh yo like Quasimoto my name rings bells, it's time for Tha Likwit photo Yes... ladies and gentlemen... You are now rockin with the best [Chorus: x
yeah That when we die We all leave Your innocence is not forgotten I hope you know that where you are I wish you well I hope you sleep in a perfect memory
rub your back slow but that go quickly according to how act yo Intentionally you're enterin' 'Nique once the idol All City all stuck up in your memory
For so long I've had to bite my tongue but what's the point if the feelings gone I turn my head Learned I only see some memory but all I see is red Don
so lucky Six of the hottest bitches waitin' to fuck me And I feel pathetic And the thing's that's odd - maybe another vicodin will bring me closer to God. Chorus x
right now? Your body is holdin' it A chemical dependency, no way to get over it It's chemical [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] Anthrax, death threats, X, enhance
