She looks in the mirror, and the seas are swell. A loser nation makes her starve herself. The house is on fire, she threw dishes in the street. Her body
keep my memories of you in a drawer, old letters you wrote me sentimental things. i can't bear to look at (you) anymore, i guess your life is better
Cent] F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P Were internationaly known and locally respected Boy i know you done heard about me [50 Cent] F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N
(feat. Islord, Ruthless Bastards, T.M.F.) [Islord] Aiyo I want all y'all niggaz out there in this rap shit Claimin' y'all rappers Y'all niggaz ain't
in the white ghetto. Prejudice police won't let me go, so I'ma drive slow, hide my 'fro. I was dumb, now I'm dumber, y'all, last summer, y'all, I fucked
gaffle, scuffle and buck it up Slob slippin' on this side straight get shut the fuck up This is B-K to the motherfuckin' heart I'm from Atlantic Drive
Dave Big Mil, B.G. Mark, Big, B.G. Devil Kelly, Kim To my nigga Lil' Cee, Big Grim and Vapooh Ronald, Tana, Fancy To that nigga Warren All y'all Drive
What up on my Harlem niggas My BK niggas Back uptown baby Lennox Ave. My Oyas on Broadway all day Aye yo you love the way I rep black Step the f back
represent the have and the have-nots All the niggaz with the weed spots And all my niggaz on them cell blocks We gon' R-U-double-F R-Y-D-E You can't fuck
tossed up for tryin to double-cross the boss up I move in silence in a world that contains, much much violence Sex and drugs, hoods and thugs F.B.I. got
a little partial, but here's the brain f-ck We the same cuz I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck While I attempt to f-ck the f-cking game
t believe me, can go to H-E-L-L I'm from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y Like a B-R-I-D, in the S-K-Y Don't even T-O-Y to be dat's why L-I-N-E's belong to M-I-N-E I'm
[Intro: Fabolous] Now I Dont Kno What Life Whould B In H.I.P- H.O.P Wit Out The Boy F.A.B Not Only N.Y.C Im Hip-Hop's Flava Fuck! Out Ma Way Plz Do Me
's if you be my, B-A-B-Y I can be why you always be fly And I'm from B-Stuy, just like B.I?G. was, that's how F-A-B does We can sip something 'til we
listen to a young man that's on fiiya You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Fabolous
