thoughts, cause I'll not need them. Whatever it is, I can do it on my own. Just gotta concentrate, and realize my goals. All these barricades in my way
hard tryna ease someones pain When your own hurt is more than you can take But how the hell can we be lovers if we don't even love each other If we'
core There's no communication with each other anymore But we stopped talkin' to each other a long time before And I hate to eat alone Hear it in my words See it in my
caught up in some talk show shhhhh Now I'm on TV to find that my girl was a trick She did my main man, plus my own band I had to take a stand and beat
drownin in my own blood Lookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter
Word on roll you hold my pistol My gangsta bitch that you always in the mood for love that's why I'm sleeping with you Though not the man of your dreams, my
can't cry Cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now Livin life Thug style, so I can't smile Writin to my peoples when they ask for pictures Thinkin
My City, My City, My City My City, My City, My City My City, My City, My City My City, My City, My City Let me tell you bout my city Lord homie, As
and it's dominant Roll MC's over on my own ??? Since the beat 68 causes a swirl Creating the 8th wonder of the world It's my turn, so I think I'll flow
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
crack let my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start everything I wrote was from my heart so it'll always be number one on my chart I get sensitive with my
a fix and everytime I see you dance I get lace in my viens an all type of loss again erasing my brain cuz my heart says love but my mind say lust and
too many, to make it healthy, one friend too many too many for me, the change was bound to come, you gave yourself away with all your sings and symbols, to each his own
C. packin' based on your bullshit.. [Verse 2] You made a second jam and still you couldn't get it right Gettin' out of bed at night and checkin' my website
(feat. Billy Cook) [Eightball] This for all my G's and my niggas that ride with me Only God feel the pain and only he can really see Through the eyes
under his eyes he said, "Man I got to. And if it's not true it's only through my view." So I well wished him and offered my assistance Who am I to tell
my shoulders or patting me on the back or pullin' my arm checkin my size I'm liable to do you harm, my temple is my prize I'm wise and on the really I