starvin, you don't want problems Problem child [Bridge] [Singing] And why can't you be man enough To tell me where you're comin' from [50 Cent] They say you can
come breakin him off Catch you slippin with the shiny rings And ain't no need for you to get dramatic on takin 'em off Catch him open when I'm kickin
scene Don't you ever fucking ask me to kick a sixteen Cause I was better than you, when I was sixteen Still cock back the hammer, and give you sixteen
force Nickel holes big control, real tunnel to the soul So you feel me, and consider this, I will eat Ski mask elite hash, catch 'em on Wall Street My
you snooze lose that's how you fools do And I can't even tell who's who, You all doo-doo Plain flows you play shows the crowd boo you Promoters don't
gone you don't come back [Eminem] Too bad, you're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you You walk
, you don't come back, too bad [Eminem] You're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around
you're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind you slip we out grind you You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We walk
You don't wanna fuck, with me Got the police, busting at me SES, be my fucking family I won't deny it, I'm a straight rider You don't wanna fuck, with me
still be living po' Um no not me, you think I ain't watch me You boys can't stop me, Sugarland's where you'll spot me Living like I hit the lottery, can't
it to try to get it next to me Arrestin' me with whip, pole, neck chain if you gonna bang my brain with sticks bricks, stones aint't strong enough to
I'm in New York, I set a bunch of traps Put the g's where they can see it, and if you stunt, you clap Catch em in the club, thats when I stomp em flat
a 360 The Aftermath for that is the nigga 50 aint wit me. No hard feelings, we both made millions You can hate me or love me but nigga I spit real shit
a 360, The Aftermath for that is the nigga 50 ain't wit me, No hard feelings, we both made millions, You can hate me or love me but nigga I spit real
Paul] Niggas you roll them dice You better except how they fall Nigga you fucking wit Juice Nigga you fucking wit Paul Nigga you fucking wit Boo Nigga you
Uniforms be fridged when they walk the Black Beat in the heat, of razors exposin fresh meat In Bedrock and Gambling - Rolling Stone, out of zone Where they can't
t have to sell out And just like Tupac, You can't juice me for my louie or my gucci You never can catch me smoochie coochie I don't touch none of these