s no one here who use their gods to exclude Make for this city Make for this city Make for this city Make for this city Make for this city Make for this city
focus My only love was for extras, and overs Fuck all you niggaz, don't make me slap the fuck out all you niggaz If it ain't related to making paper,
Though I'm living in a dream, and still loving this shit The shoes fit, the game bout to get bent for chedda Pull up on a box of chedda, with this black
LeBron James:] Watch out! [echoes] [Chorus: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}] G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr? {Whooooo! } G-Unit in this
chart bent off of hits And catch mad love with a mix Scream on fire like grits, and make sure the shine spits Do away with all ignorance Look out for
please make your long story shorter, This time is for the essence for the king of first quarter, Numbers do the talkin I have nothing for reporters, I just hope we make
a breather and Drake everything will come Dog... it's always been the same It's all love Like no score in a tennis game For the son of Dennis James Owner of the city
shit You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker. Stick and slide with vigor City
name Compton's own, the rap LeBron James, ridin' low, I'm switchin' lanes [WC:] Make that brain splat, 30 thang-thang clap Known for the game rap, wit
what you do (Get so high on, get so high - high off the life) [Verse One] The allure of breakin the law Is always too much for me to ever ignore I gotta thing for
melody with the urban hip hop sound of global technology like the profet i got vision i got messages for you this town is going to burn if you don
italian melody with the urban hip hop sound of global technology like the profet i got vision i got messages for you this town is going to burn if you
my longevity confuse ya Big paper game, come on run into these flames Recognize the power of the royal King James Phantom Menace, that's why niggas make
Welcome To New York City"] IT'S BAD! It's BAD for you! C'mon! Elementary school is out, what I'm talkin' about, man? DETROIT CITY, my nigga! LET'S GO! (
the six-deuce, fifty-sevens for the health Chopper in the trunk, .45 for the belt Bunch of wax dummies, all you guys gonna melt Live for your kids, die for
this skirt in the corner so I snatched the bitch in the back The Dogg in me feels for the lust but the hogg in me makes me wanna bust Back to the drawin
