get a criminal waiver Imagine the peace wasn't in my briefs Instead peace could stretch across the seas So finally we could just rest and ease, no refugees And you, well, you could
Staying crunk, blazing blunts, jamming Z-Ro funk Keep mind on money working my hundred got these boys popping trunks Screwed Up baller in the mix, trying to turn these
could hear you sing and it ain't no flying without the wings so if you see me flying it's her carrying me that's how close we are -chorus- |breakdown| she talks
keep it real" and all that nigga Nigga if you talkin all that gangsta shit Nigga we get it poppin nigga Whats up nigga? Anytime nigga I don't give a fuck if
nigga sunday school Now I heard you off into jackin nigga that ain't even cool I used to be conned, racked, fucked around, and ripped bad barking up on the wrong tree talking
, I run these streets Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a G told me They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D. Cash Rule Everything
discussion - Swimmin' in his all red now Empty out yo pockets, if it's blinging, nigga drop it Is it pistols, means it's nonsense - That mean murda if
To a cure inside I know that it's oh so hard to let go Give yourself time to heal take it slow Let's talk as the rainbow colored lights make the tree
for you. I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well and I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help. With all these wishes I make
for disaster For me the microphone master Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall Niggaz talk about killin
Cent) [50 Cent] Sh-sh-sh-shady Aftermath, haha G-G-G-G-G-Unit!, haha [Chorus] Cause we came here to set this party off right Let's bounce tonight And if
s me Umm.. just callin to see, if possible, if you have any time today or within the next couple of days If, if, you're in the studio.. or if you're at
run these streets Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a g told me They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D Cash Rule Everything Around
With those old PMS blues PMS blues I don't want to talk about it, we both could do without it Got those treat your kids bad, don't you talk back Gone
a war inside my head Years and years of Bloodshed and warfare Our mission was only to get in and kill A free vacation Of palm trees and shrapnel Trading
fun And, uh, a king is what I'm fit to be I don't get these niggaz, they a mystery I mean they talk so quiet as if it sum'n private And they don't ever
steel Bricks, bricks Steel, steel... Stomp, stomp I think I hear 'em coming down the hall He don't hear a word I say at all I'm wishing these 4 walls could talk, talk
off of project roof tops Sending signals with the blunt smoke. Ock, don't talk a lot if you can't hold it in lock If you think lips sink ships, Imagine
