-Verse- I knew the moment i first saw you, our love was meant to be It was only a matter of God's time My instincts said to marry you, Patience said
info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed
Fanculo raga....Voglio i soldi di quel figlio di puttana Ti ho sposato in plaza Fotografato con la coda e la testa rasa Ed e una vita raga che mi organizzo
ed abbattuto lui si sente solo piu nessuno l'ha cagato ora e depresso perche non l'ha stimolato L'artista e frustrato insoddisfatto scoraggiato ed abbattuto
transpired since the day the seed was planted The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit Just me and my dogs
yeah yeah, she want me) (She want me, why you think she on me?) Get it get it get it [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] I'm a substitute teacher, welcome to Sex Ed
sick You know Em made that company over a billion dollars And when he ain't around they sayin foul s*** about him Yeah we f***ed up, we both don't know
house, a geneva not a rolex, you know what I'm talkin bout. Don't you ever try to offer me your riches cars and clothes or bitches for cash. I'll whoop
the pain, though I aint in pain. No, we ain't the same, you drunk, I'm on everything. Sick when I kick it, gout. Me sobering up, hah, ouff. Cash rules
, what) A... (8x) We givin you what you want (We give you what you want) -- (3x) And you proce-e-e-e-e-e-e-ed On fienin on what you need (We give
) 'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up! [Chorus] [Wish Bone:] N-gga had it bad, cause I never had more than plenty cash
gangs the slang and all the funds He just got a letter of detent fron the Cavaliers saying how they love him and they wish he was there He had it made like special-ed
4 In The Morning And Them Hoes Still In Here And Shit We Brought The Tables For Later Friends (?) We Burned Mans Down (?) And We G'ed Up In Here And Nigger
them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash And get your dash on
si sposa i rapper. Sai quanti vaffanculo mi son preso in quel call center? Ti porto nel mio blocco dove tutto e marcio. dove pensi al cash e te ne fotti
sti ragazzini Ma non sono io la merda che li fa pippare Io per andare al mare devo lavorare Tu per andare al mare chiedi il cash a tuo padre Ed e qua
chrome And I hit all my shots, like I'm in the A.I. zone And mob like Al Capone through N.W.A.'s home Homes like Ed Jones will cripple your team up In
