don't know who i am You don't know what i want You can't see in my head You can't even imagine You don't know what i'm feeling You don't know what i'm
and I can't slow down Only got a gallon in the gas tank But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now I don't really know where I'm headed,
I, swear to god, the next nigga I give it to Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to I'm West Philly Freck, yeah I get dirty I'm the best, hands down
explain it I?m so into you I really like what you?ve done to me I can?t really explain it I?m so into you I don?t wanna trip, but the truth is Girl
.R.D. is not coming around What, sit and watch who you summin the sound If I catch you when I see you I'm gunnin' it down Because I am the laser gun
no hands And not darling I don't dance And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka I think I deserve a chance I'm a bad mothafucka Gon' ask some mothafuckas A
I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't wit' all that commitment shit P-R-Ps is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin
of kidneys I say, don't say it if simon didn't And america idolize a nigga But they better cause bitch I'm me And you r you too but bitch I'm three I
Walked through the desert with Israel Traveled onto Mecca with Ishmael I'm crucified, resurrected - now ask how I feel A - D that I AM, that I AM From
(CHORUS) K.I.N.G. THe Mo City Don I Know You Heard About Me and This Mission Im On Not an R.A.T, Im Just Trying to live on, Not in a Penententary I\'d
I don't give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't eat spinach I'
you can ask his mama I'ma mourn you, till I join you, up in heaven Mean while, I'm retarded with this ak47 and uh [Chorus - 2x] R.I.P., I be forever
don't hear me? Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these motherfuckers kill me I'm still breathin [Napoleon] Now we was raised, "Fuck this life," I rose my right
i'm rappin' till i'm paid i'm getten green like i'm supposed to Nigga, I holla at these ho's and see how many I can go through Look to the star
t bag I'm not a blood or a crip, I'm doing my own thang G-UNIT Shit, I done started my own gang I don't go that funny dance I don't throw gang signs But
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P Were internationaly known and locally respected Boy i know you done heard about me [50 Cent] F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S
I pull mine I run from one time, fuck a pig, ya dig? I go to war with one nine I work, you see mine, But I ain't never ever gonna say I did it, In a
