Tha Producer: I'm holding on so tightly now, my insides scream so loud They keep watchin , watchin me drown, how did it come to this Jdog: How did
Harlem streets [50 Cent] E, F [Scarlett] Don't talk me to death [50 Cent] G, H [Scarlett] It's elementary [Scarlett] Picture me rolling Range Rover Same color your Air Force
so many forces Stayin' on the scene Givin' up all around me Faces full a' pain I can't play my music They say my music's too loud I kept talkin about
it Makin' ou people just wanna bounce and get busy because You know that we always will hit you off, what you say You wonderin' why you feelin' the force
touch, All the noise is too much, And the seeds that are sown, Are no longer your own. Just a minor operation, To force a final ultimatum. Thousand words are spoken loud
clouds of thunder Blasting bolts of steel Evils going under deadly wheels He is the Painkiller This is the Painkiller Faster than a laser bullet Louder
my lord My first picture was a line-up, now I'm on the Forbes And I still remain the artiste through thees all If you force my hand I'll be forced to "
That would rise for the girl (Aristocrats:) She'll take a mile (Aristocrats:) Such a shame she wandered into our enclosure How unfortunate this person has forced
, strap up, the armies is school Teaching smart ways to kill, I'm thinking Ghandi was a fool But chronic's a fool; got me thinking out loud, fuck it
of niggas is just on the low, chillin Not botherin nobody, until one motha fucka fuck with em And then all hell break loose Hook (2) Quiet niggas will kill Loud
a clown in a carnival He rode a painted horse He came from somewhere out west He was very funny of course But that is not what I noticed It was the incredible force
my Air Force Ones (Tell me about them, you need them) I'm walkin in my Air Force Ones (Them Air Force, Ones) {"Big boys"} [David Banner:] I got them
early grave Remorse, intercourse Voices from my alien force My head's about to overload Explode, explode Cowboys From Hell on the radio Turn it up now Just as loud
You say you want it loud I'll never turn it down You wanta feel my power Pound you in the ground I wanta give you fury Blow your head apart I'll
I'm a mother Treat me like a mother You wanna suck on my breast It's no surprise you do I'm the source and the force You owe your life to, brother Oh
-ow e-e-e-e-e-e-blaow I ain't a tag popper or a collar popper I pop cops Khe Sanh like a helicopter bullets move rocket g-force hit em full force with
[I. Angeli di Pietra Mistica] The prophet told of loud thunders quaking the surface of earth when the black raven would have turned victim of wonderful