and yea - yea Is it your truth Is it my truth Man it's clear You're in a better position Is it really worth To live for you Or aren't you for real Just
your locket To protect you, i'll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gonna play dumb if
your messs I'm trying to do my best Get my head up out the stress When the money turns the world Your lovin' turns to less I learn by mistakes Most of it is
? We're looking at the world through the barrel of a gun Are we ready? And you stand there beating on your little war drum Are you ready? And it won't
behavin' like they're oughta good There lived a little boy who was misled By another little boy and this is what he said: "Me and you tonight are gonna
's blue blood streaming inside your veins. There is a world outside of this room and when you meet it promise me you won't meet it with your gun. So now you
a shanty town outside of Johannesburg. A man who's sick of looking down the barrel of white South Africa. A man who is at the point where he is ready
shanty town outside of Johannesburg. A man who's sick and tired of looking down the barrel of white South Africa. A man who is at the point where he is
skatin' wit another nigga's money YOU LYIN YA ASS off, you know you ain't that tough I'm PULLIN' your MASK off as soon as you act up You know what I came
a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out Smack your man down, you ran
One at a time get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have these hits? Did you
Cent] Tell me how do you want it: - the knife or the razor? You running? I'm coming to get you boy! (boy!) You can hide if you want but nothing can save
niggas look at that Suburban like... Is it that black joint come to the black? That's Fif'; like their son! Niggas know that's bulletproof, bomb bulletproof, .8-proof! Shoot a big gun
great thing, BANG! One man gang, Boy you get the best of me, you better burn the rest of me, (yeah!) Chef needs a specialty, you wanna hear the recipe
m droppin' a shell And that's for every fuckin' time I pop and you yell Mop you in hell, you motherfuckers can't stop us You more over hype than Eliom
'd hate to watch you cry Your love is the barrel of a gun so tell me am I on the right end I could be nothing but a memory to you Don't let this memory
Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers It's outrageous, you don't know how sick you make us I want to throw up like chips in Vegas But this is
river about to pound you There's a lawman on your trail like to surround you Bounty hunters are dancing all around you Billy, they don't like you to