shake it mama shake it shake it baby... Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin Soon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin
can't resist The way you breathe down every inch Of my body we coexisted Well that was then. I never been so wrapped up in a love like that, It changed my
your guns, its all in good fun. We're making 'em run, making 'em run. Why should I feel bad, I'm the one with the gun in my hand. I think its time we
along All this time You were coming my way I should have known I was wrong You would come some day But you know love's a crazy game Baby, there's no other
my body (inside my) Inside my body (inside my) I can't take the pain, it's growing in me Inside my body (inside my) Inside my body I said I sacrificed All my
I didn't know I fell through the cracks of a place called home So where did you go? I guess it was places I was never told If I was born with a heart
Get all your bags and pack them quick Cause it's time to call it, call it Mind over matter and never disaster I've got to leave it all behind me Can
all But I cant I will bear the chains once more To be underground with your mercy Tonight I'll escape the pavement and the... Now the city has gone under And my
snow falling from the sky looks like angels tonight it would take a miracle to bring me closer to you any night but this one would be okay but the fact
kept my answer shackled up in slavery And Uncle Sam never did a dam thing for me Except lie about the facts in my history So now I'm sitting hear mad
ay my ikcd-ay, 'scuse my igp-ay atinl-ay But uckf-ay you igp-ay [Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}] This rap game, this rap game I ain't sellin' my soul for this
my brains borderline insane Train of thought out of wack as I creep around the back of the jet My forehead's wet I keep praying Thinking to myself my
streets of vein ain't that a pity itty bitty game and the heart of the ghetto pumpin' through life through your organs even though i know you know my
i got a splittin' headache and my heart is broken up into a thousand tiny little microscopic pieces [Chorus:] i got a head full of headaches a heart
a bedlamped vision Study the disorders we've absorbed inside the village I understand the plagues and shake hands with my grimace that remain up in my
based pardons ain't enough My stilts truly personify the serbonite flea circus We urchins merkin on daily I catapult brain opera past basic Tear my own
can find me and that remind me, can't forget my 1-800 beeper So I can keep a, eye on my mida mida Now, loaded up my shit in this van, to tour America
