fashion me for all to see, You and me This is a sure shot, why can?t we just stop? And lose our gravity, rise up to reality This is a sure shot, why
fashion me for all to see You in me This is a sure shot, why can't we just stop And lose our gravity, rise up to reality This is a sure shot, why can
to Montigo They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go I'm that homie Gat on me I'm the kid not that phony
Make sure the joint ain't point blank so they can't open your casket My whole crew (got glocks on 'em) In a hurry to shoot, (like they put shot clocks
now I'm the last motherfucker breathin [repeat Chorus] [2Pac] Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death All fifty seein visions of me shot in the
Gar-bo" Country came around, hes into clappin country left, same shit started happening Like "He shot rob for some ends, rob shot joe for some skins, Cory shot
brew Country came around, ease it and clappin' then Country left, strange shit started happenin' Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins Cory shot
city boys trying to kill a kid Ya heard me? Shot me up in front of my crib Ya heard me? He had the drop I couldn't run from him Shot in the hand trying
(feat. Young Buck) [Intro:] [50 Cent:] GGG-GGG- G-Unit! [LeBron James:] Watch out! [echoes] [Chorus: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}] G-Unit in this bitch right
all shows I scalp all pros like Al The Salvo The Teradactyl, swooping like a scavenger Calling shots like a passenger add em' into capture Run right,
'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck. He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself. The townspeople wanted to crush that kid
for homicide The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection Nuns run
him remember that When I'm in the buildin it's cool for you to rest in Remember I'm too hot to touch kid Curious! My fire burnin niggas serious I gift