: Argument then war Even the score Retaliate, revenge The will to win Man can't be wrong Man can never get along Man wants to fight Man wants to be right
eight months, son Checked my pockets, but I knew I had none They took away my license They said I can't drive Said that I should thank them I'm "lucky
: Horrible plans of hate they're tending The evil minds with plans predicting Bitter vibes of hate they're sending Broken heart and mind is mending Deflective
: I look at you, then look at me There is no difference I can see
this car So I can fly off and live among the stars I'm gonna bail out before it's too late Get the fuck out, I'll dwell in space I'll travel around at
till I retire And while I could be out bar hopping Meat market, rocker-chick shopping Out there, chasing my dick In it's never-ending search for chicks But, I'd
one-way ticket, but I couldn't brag I was seeing green, seeing red With an aching, throbbing, emptiness in my head Trying to breathe, I fought for air I
they wanna bury ya That's why I travel with a semi, like Eddie in "Coming to America" (Silencers, it sound like it's hummin' when I'm airin' ya Won't
Heavens with Gabriel Walked through the desert with Israel Traveled onto Mecca with Ishmael I'm crucified, resurrected - now ask how I feel A - D that I
Fucking with Mike Dean, at www.thesenuts.net We ain't gon sweat [Hook - 2x] I hate you bitch, I hate you bitch I hate you bitch, I never thought I'd
hard to quit I'll be chasing paper money, making maneuvers I'm mad with it Acting like a fella, that ain't never had with it I'm a soldier united for
serious And I run with killas, dealas and guerillas coming to get you Better make a move fast, when I blast With no feelings, with a firm grip on my trigga Open fire with
out The boys have found out It's the end of the line But it's martini time So you head for the bar..r...r..r..r..r Oh where am I now
) Just 'cause a nigga come in he got style Don't think I won't flip it Don't pull your file But I got enough bullshit to deal with I'm rollin' with the
I walk around with the charger When the D's come around, I'ma swallow my crack Shit the work out later, and hit 'em with that If it's a direct sale I'
I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don't sell I'
I'd never get ya (Baby) I'm runnin the turf, you want me comin to church How can I come, when I know I keep guns under my shirt I love the street life
Hook Painkillers, I call 'em cane pillars, 'Cause to hold me up when I take 'em, I need a cane and pillars, I'm on everything. Sick when I kick it,
