that make a blind man see [Hook] Scream murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!) Murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line
i return, stronger than ever i get the creepin in the ? so ? get the fallin now we can hit them with the clipper wicked 38 revolver then you can understand
[Chorus:] I Line Niggaz I Do My Homework I Find Niggaz Soon As They Get Dat Dey My Niggaz You Bring Dat Bullshit By My Niggaz YA DIE DIE NIGGA DIE! [
's in a mob, she can't be my baby mother You know, I wanna fuck you bitch But I know, I'm not givin' you one red cent My dough, ain't helpin' you with
Maurice White, Wayne Vaughn, Wanda Vaughn & Tony Haynes You can't stop me I was born to be with you Your love's my center point of view, every day You
Cruisin' down the center of a two way street Wond'rin' who is really in the driver's seat Mindin' my bus'ness along comes big brother Says, "Son, you
Cruisin' down the center of a two way street Wond'rin' who is really in the driver's seat Mindin' my bus'ness along comes big brother Says, "Son,
My Wrist Da-Daimonds In My Mouth And It's All On A Bitch I Guess I Took Notes From Kevin Federline Everytime Milk A Bitch Like A Cow Every Cent Every
for another day, my Lord I can't lie But everytime I wake up, seem like one of my people gotta die Anthrax poisoning, Hussein and them blew up the Trade Center
we grip the grain, and 20's chop up the curb We popping flippers on sippers, 3rd Coast g's on the rise With bubble eyes and customized, and chrome be 20 inches wide Entertainment center
the stranger Lay my head in the jaws of destruction And never fear CHORUS Because I know If they would see my faith in the Lord They might see His amazing grace Like the center
when it wiggle I mean she hot like a kettle Well me I'm strapped with the metal when I go hard for the bread So I line you up and I dent you, you run
is funny Me I'm 'bout my business (cocaine) [over Chorus: 50 Cent] I see 'em watchin I got the E You muh'fuckin right [50 Cent:] Columbian girl, Peruvian
mind Got no patience, man I grind like I'm runnin out of time See the sun shine reflect off my shine, you're blind You write hot lines like mine lines
[Chorus x2: 50 Cent] I left a message for your toy, got a chrome .44 Get the message, come out and get the message It won't even be a war, no beef no
say Im grimey, its hard to find me When sun lighten up the sky Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me Go 'head nigga I dare you to try, fuck that nigga! [Chorus: 50 Cent
[50 Cent] Ay nigga tell 'em where you from! Southside, I'm a Southside nigga what Nigga stunt, you know I tear a nigga up [Chorus] They say I'm grimy
