Paroles:
Crime Boss All In The Game

[Verse 1: Crime Boss] Come one, come all to see the nigga behind the trigger Bigger then a killa murdering niggas with my little finger Bring your sacrefices

spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop All you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots I beef deep with the police peep what these streets do to me Actin all

You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave

an Indian summer, Carrie was all over the floor she was a wet net winner, and rarely ever left the store she'd sing and dance all night, and wrong all

an Indian summer, Carrie was all over the floor she was a wet net winner, and rarely ever left the store she'd sing and dance all night, and wrong all

an Indian summer, Carrie was all over the floor she was a wet net winner, and rarely ever left the store she'd sing and dance all night, and wrong all

of murda now? East ninety nine follow me grind And all descending that body underground, way down Me ride and everyone dies, And I, rolling wid my killas, And all

[Intro: 50 Cent] Baby this is real shit my record sell slow I'm show you my dick [x7] [The Game:] Hit a breakdown No 400 bars yet, I don't need that

[Intro:] And the winner is HOV My man... Speech [Verse 1:] First of all wanna thank my connect The most important person with all due respect Thanks