hear me, see me. Guess I know you wanna be me. In the meantime, bounce to the beat, see... Music is my life cause my life is music, The beat of the
an eye tear, And it, took me a while to get my life steered, But now I'm in the moment, While I reside here, Yeah, That's why I coordinate with my gear
looking in it seems that I'm fine But they don't know shit about the everyday grind Time is money and money is time They tell me get there at five but
game on my back I got 5 spines Black cat with 9 lives, time flies By so I got one life to loose it But how will I use it? Uhhh, I put it all in the music
my baby's gotta eat, I ain't gon never stop, I see them laughin at me fo cuz my pants red, And my do' won't shut and my car's shabby, But I see the future
World When You See Me I'm Like A Spaceship Lights Everywhere Make Em' Bright Anywhere Got The Sun On My Neck Full Moon On My Wrist Da-Daimonds In My
already wear your advance in my watch, BET, I've never been there before, But they all wanna roll cause they already know where I'm (going) (Verse 1) Is he blood is
call my own, different area codes popping up in my phone Prolly just another hoochie, searching for some sex It ain't got nothing to do with me, it's all about my
fuck a thugs life my life is what you dream of your girlfriend's a nigger lover in case you haven't noticed she's the dopest, her mind is open floatin
cool, but they're playin the fool It's now 1984, five hundred years later We're dominating both sides of the Aequator In sports, music, and makin love
My attitude is shitty Born in the dope fiends titty And every city you'll find me Looking for trouble Right behind me My outlaw Niggas Down to die for
the - money! Two for the dough! Three for the pimpin' now early with the hoes. Four for my niggaz runnin' around with .44's (yeah!) Reppin' that five
ay my ikcd-ay, 'scuse my igp-ay atinl-ay But uckf-ay you igp-ay [Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}] This rap game, this rap game I ain't sellin' my soul for this
my vocals" "I told y'all here they come now" "Now let me hear my man... [Count Bass D] First give it up to God he the head of my life Blessed are the
stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown
