care of that shit I hope [? ] don't think I did some wack shit I know how some cats don't play favorites but I need a favor, a'ight okay player Tell every
That's the touch that kills Well, my momma calls 'em lilies I call 'em Piccadillies My daddy warns me stay away I say come on out and play White boys
I may suffer my forever shit wit Elon Let's put this shit to bed before this message gets the L-O And if she catch me slippin', The media gon' trip,
wanna' be down, with the illogical ark Steppin' through your cave-boy crew Your nest of war, with your bald hair-do! Media weapons! News at 11! Paper
in the throat ? No stress Polly Jean Harvey : Maybe it's supposed to kill the success PJ Harvey & Tricky : Because success needs killing Polly Jean Harvey : Murder is media
cancer in the throat ? No stress Polly Jean Harvey : Maybe it's supposed to kill the success PJ Harvey & Tricky : Because success needs killing Polly Jean Harvey : Murder is media
sound of the crowd Where the rhythm's so strong And the music is playing so loud Where the rhythm's so strong And the music is playing so....
catch me if they can forgive me i'm a ridah still i'm just a simple man all I want is money fuck tha fame i'm a simple man Mr. International Playa
' 'bout 90 The petal to the metal So I can see what's behind me Buckle up your seat belt eyes on the road They know we ridin' dirty gotta play it how
thugs and robbin drug dealers for they shit As far as jealousy, bein a celebrity No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me And the media
Thug That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz Been livin lavish like a player all day Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4
walk on are dark and jaded a wandering soul that's filled with hatred in it is poison, the youth is tainted social engineering keeps us separated media
- 50 Cent) A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa
if it's real Nigga keep it real Show me your game I'm sure gonna claim What the fuck is mine My nigga I'll take it Grab a player hater by the neck, choke
Same song and dance... [Verse 2:] The first victim I had, she was a big one Big movie star, a party girl, big fun She was the girl the media always picked
more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it It's no pretend shit, it's friendship, me nemesis is su nemesis Ain't for him, it's just media
, whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news everyday I am Radio won't even play my jam Cause I am, whatever
