so not me You heard the album read a magazine, oh I see Well I'll admit I've got a past I don't care to repeat But I ain't half as bad as niggas you
s so not me You heard the album read a magazine, oh I see Well I'll admit I've got a past I don't care to repeat But I ain't half as bad as niggas you
so not me You heard the album read a magazine, oh I see Well I'll admit I've got a past I don't care to repeat But I ain't half as bad as niggas you comparin
good don't it I got a message that I might wanna share with you To show you I'm hard at It beats the president and his government I voted for God And
Nigga I ain't fucking around, SMS, get the message, get the message! SMS, get the message! [Verse 1] I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine I run
Nigga I ain't fucking around, SMS, get the message, get the message! SMS, get the message! [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine
And hide in the zeros and the ones And let's all sing Hallelujiah! The missile can fly! Decode the cypher The cryptic message within a government health
me why I do it, cause I fuckin can. Spend a hundred grand if I snap the rubber band. I turn a couple dollars to a couple grand. I can stand on the beach
I] "I mean um, I got years man, I go back, actually I-I-I just got back to these streets man, this is home to me though Y'mean, I was goin' for a while
So I Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do I wear this skin to find the me inside of you When I dream that I'm dreaming I feel most alive
up for a while up outta the town but that was a trial Man and I don't know how style through with them crowds and now I got to kick it breakin new ground
a show of liberation. Awaken the dead of the fast-food nation. I laugh at the thought of a dead president. Autonomous factions make 'em waste-corpse government
whatsoever. No will whatsoever! I haven't seen any any any citizen over there stand up and say "Hey, just a second." No will whatsoever. No will whatsoever! I
Yeah When that call coming three in the morning I probably won't be in bed Obama ain't the one that answer I probably goin be upset War and fear in ya
a gat in my black hand So white heathen, taken straight out of The crate of a mouth of a babe Yeah, a honkey can't stop what a honkey started And the
just how difficult creating meaning can be.. ..There are no options now.. ...If I weren't a writer, I think I'd be a total psychological mess" out