help from God, did he get my call Pulling out the lot, and he let me crawl Like Mafio, by the year two triple O I'ma come down, in a six double O With
Everybody fin to die, by the hands of the dark angel adjust Snatching your breath, till it dims up your chest How much pain, can I manifest When I come
me high. (Makaveli the don, representin the outlaws.) They got a nigga goin crazy. (Bad ass representin the LBC) (What cha wanna do. You know how we do. Time goes by
s what the'd said whenever I would walk by I never tripped, though always kept my head up high Eventually, I knew that I would find my way After the darkest night always comes
's go out on Red Hill Let's go down on Red Hill Let's go down on Red Hill Town Let's go down on Red Hill
here The city walls are all come down The dust a smoke screen all around to see Faces ploughed like fields that once Gave no resistance And we live by
a smoke screen all around See faces ploughed like fields that once Gave no resistance And we live By the side of the road On the side of a hill As the
have you addicted To know me is to love me I handle mah business Any City any town, touch down I do my thing I'm a hustler baby I provide by any means
Intro 1: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}] I'm in the hood man... I'm in the hood all the time man; fo' real son. I come back from all the talk... I come through
cash stretch longer than giraffe necks poverty will make your ass bet on words touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish their last sentance' they say you live by the gun and die by
. It ain't Bob Marley if you don't cough and choke. All haters somewhere hatin cause they mad and broke. We had a whole club bouncin when they come to
jockin me Ferrari truck on the side of the road Raspberry paint gloss sitting on 24's Give me a warning ticket, letting me go Cause you can tell by the
ugly now is your bed, Your head lying among hosts of the dead. Unless you come to me, even as a ghost, O flower without blemish Never again will I come
bout yah mi fadda mi bredda mi sista mi cousin a stash it fi me we'll sell it by the pound and we'll sell it by the seed roll mi a spliff ??? we burn
never ma) [Alicia Keys (Busta Rhymes)] I never felt this way, tell me why I feel this way (come on) How do you, give me such, (come on [3x]) pleasure
Only tell me that you still want me here When you wander off out there To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow In that dry white ocean alone Lost