you have tried And I've been accepted where you've been denied I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born
by far, Young nation just trying to get this [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] When it's on, I'm poppin' off every chance I get, Out the window on some uptown
when we get there 'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut 'til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!..Thug Life we still livin
tryin' to get with light skinned cause she good looking And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch) I'm
him 'til my mama don't love me On my own at a early age gettin' paid and I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid Where did I go astray I'm hanging in the
I'm going crazy, getting dizzy And then I suffacate a motherfucking breather bring me back I'm telling ya I'm losing it [Chorus] Said I'm losing my mind
long tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight so we might roll My own homies say I'm heartless But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless
"You could get the finger.. the middle!" {*1} "Come and get some!" {*2} [2Pac] Ahh yeah, they love to point the finger {*1} {*2} Boom boom boom on your
those we, believe in No benefits, just tricks and chicks Knock a pig to pick, so here's a stick to lick I shoot a gift, til there ain't none left And
is facing, and in this where all my thoughts "Where all the fucking murders take place?" And I'm anything when, I'm 'bout to get paid Got all these bitches
:] Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it! Come get it! [echoes] Huh, you want some? Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it! Fuck that nigga! [
I'm on it I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga, I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga I'm a hustler don't get no bigger Queens, SouthSide 'til they bury me BX
Don Perignon. And a lil' Hennessy, you know we 'finna carry on. Hollerin' at these snakes in da club tryin' to get right, we gonna be up in this bitch 'til we
Pros Eastside, Westside niggaz know, yo, i'm loco Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain" Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain G-UNIT! We get
my V, I'm a P-I-M-P Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all We could really
I'm an artist, Don't waste your time being a critic Because I'm critically acclaimed motherfucker Around the World, I'm 1 of 1 There will never be another me I'm
. u see me rollin, you know I'm holdin, I'm about my paper, yeah. N*gga I'm serious, I ain't playin', I'm better than ya brain, I'm off the chain. G-Unit
lil' nigga, I hear when you talk, Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga, I run New York [verse 1 - 50 Cent] I wake up, stare at the ceilin', I'm alive
