give you all his love! (love...) He gon' give you all his time! (time...) He won't let a minute go by (by...) Without the thought of you crossing his
he gonna give you all his love, he gonna give you all his time he won't let a minute go by without the thought of you crossing his mind i be like fuck
you all his love! (love...) He gon' give you all his time! (time...) He won't let a minute go by (by...) Without the thought of you crossing his mind
you gon' starve if you not Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
(feat. 50 Cent) [GUNSHOT] Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready? [gun cocking] Let me know, holla [2Pac - from the song "Smile"]
don't fight [Chorus: 50 Cent + (2Pac)] 'Til Makaveli returns, it's +All Eyez On Me+ (What do we have here NOWWW?) And you can hate it or love it, but
you helped them from the rip, they ain't loyal to shit! (Oooooohhh!) [Bridge: 50 Cent (Governor)] They burn me all the way dooown! (Ooooh, they burn meeee, all
(feat. Spider Loc & Lloyd Banks) [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] Nigga things, change, dem stay the same Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder I
ass could get killed [50 Cent Verse] 2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac The voice in my head say fuck all
me [Verse 1] I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga 50 shot my brother I'm a find that nigga We don't see his punk ass unless he on TV Yeah he did
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent] Clickity clank clickity clank The money goes into my piggy bank [Bridge- 50 Cent] I'll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin I'll get
t nothin' good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could [Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)] Hate it or love it, the underdog
all children, its nuclear showers There's nothin spookier Ya now about to witness the power of fuckin fifty [Chorus] [50 Cent] If the gun spark I'll hear all
don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all
baby) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent
