going in then you gotta get out Right out, right out, right out Right out is what I'm talking about Right out is what I'm talking about Right out is
on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door It's the street family boss, I land by the shores Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws
you spill out hits When you fly as a bitch And you ride with this And you ain't bothered a it now baby [Melanie Fiona:] Fresh out the airport Fresh out
Day) When you spill out hits (Beautiful Day) When you fly as a bitch And you ride with tits And you aint bothered a bit now baby. Fresh out the airport Fresh out
uncivilized wars conflagrations leap out of every poor furnace the food cooks poorly and everyone goes hungry from then on its dog eat dog dog eat body & body eat dog
'm hustler extroardinaire, thug life G [Hook] [Viscious:] You can catch us in a houptie fo' deep, we all broke dog Ass out got the blues, so we smoke dog
check the weave that's in that lake [Luke] Bitch, get that weave out! You dirty bitch, get that weave out! Mix say, bitch get that weave out... [Cheech
Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right Say they shot me in my nuts, out
right after the Grammies And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound Like you gimme the cash and u put the hot dog
playin with you, I want my money motherfucker Chorus (50 Cent) Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog, word? He had the same shit you got on dog,
Work hard for what you get in life nigger Fuck you punk nigger Eat a dick and die slow Now get the fuck out of my house You gangstas, you playas, you
in my right pocket Hundred thousand a day on that sky rocket From round the block doing this shit round the clock Million dollar nigga doing this shit non-stop Swagged out
my right pocket Hundred thousand a day on that sky rocket From round the block doing this shit round the clock Million dollar n-gga doing this sh-t non-stop Swagged out
Life, I Gotta Make Sure It's Done Right Cause Them Yet To Have A Conversation Bout Reincarnation Ball Out, Until I Fall Out Stick Thick Chicks, Try To
(Bob Dylan) Lost John's sittin' on a railroad track Something's out of whack Blues this mornin' fallin' down like hail Gonna leave a greasy trail Gonna
Nigga Seen A Lot Of Niggas Point Him Point Him Out Thats Him Here It About To Be E With A Big Cast Eat Him Up Send Him On His Way Kick Him In His Ass
po dodging these killas) (And leaving yo family at yo people dog) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When all of this music shit play out and you trapped wid no way out
a come up, Everybody get up, get down [x4] Everybody get up and like my fucked-up gang without the grip Gotta have another bill, y'all Dog, I need
