privilege To the grinding of the poor Month after month Year after year For those who owe their privilege To the grinding of the poor Fall on your sword
wack Haters need hugs, you thugs need love And groupies fall in holes that gold diggers dug These niggas cynical cause I'm on there medicinal Why they so sensitive, I guess they on
back where you lives, flatter your wiz Reload and then point the Mag at your kids So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me But the
people at the circus that be swallowin swords Your hopin that the don fall off But my money long enough to keep shootin ya bank until ya arms fall off
Now my child, your time hath come Mercy - not with those you'll harm Wrap your fingers 'round your sword... (And the ones we love will fall Like autumn
death around the corner so I'm quick to say a prayer Living my life on the corner with thugs selling my drugs known as a chiller But push my button watch your
late Don't hover at the gate Don't take it on board Don't fall on your sword Just play another chord If you feel you're getting bored enough Don't change your
Come on, come on, hey I feel numb Come on, come on, hey I feel numb Come on, come on, hey I feel numb Come on, come on, hey I feel numb Come on, come
for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!) You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on (It'
found it spilling from your face Best to be dim to the humble of traffic stepping on your name Count on us all falling our own swords tonight And chilling
, he said, I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes, I've moved your mountains and marked your cards But Eden is burning, either brace yourself
said revenge is mine But he drinks, and drinks can be fixed Sing me one more song, about ya love me to the moon and the stranger And your fall by the sword
[Intro] One, two, Bone is coming for you Three, four, better lock the doors Five, six, better load your clips Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate
the few coming outta the back do' Hang, on the darkside ride, Pick up your tec and let fly, why? I, die, by all ah my, unremorsefullest times on the nine
When I look in your eyes Is that you baby Or just a brilliant disguise I heard somebody call your name From underneath our willow I saw something tucked in shame Underneath your
