The songs we play Don't equal the bills we have to pay So it's blood for cash I sell my cells to feed myself And fill my tank with fossil fuels Chorus
Payback is just a word to keep our spirits up And take karma into our own hands This is where the rumors start And boys somehow regain their hearts
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I be digging to deep they emotions start growing Got they husband wondering who they been fucking four in the morning (four in the morning) Lil mama cover you track
I'm far from bein' so-so I top the suckas droppin' fast and flowin' slow Puttin' suckas out like I was Nyquil I rock on the mike like no other on the
other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It's all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (
I wanna dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford and all other lil' young niggaz that's in a rush to be gangstas As a young nigga, I'm almost ?
too I think he gonna pull through, he deserve to Tha fast life ain't everything they told ya Never get much older, following tha tracks of a soulja Chorus
'ness like show b'ness In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster I ain
know me I just go with the flow Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit [Verse 1: 50 Cent] And it's on, up and down she like to ride on top Fast, prayin that
s alive pimpin been misunderstood By those who can't that's why they said it died Others tried pimpin but was only making chump-change One track minded
my drop top rollin' and I'm headin to the mother land Rippin' on that steering wheel, passenger's a duffel bag Hundred in the louie, don't confuse me with that other
throw me off track but they just hurdles I'm marathoning to the money and you just running off in a circle I'm huddled up with my team in other words
Well she can't stay in that fucking hood forever, forever Was made for that Mick Jagger shit baggage check and a chick Fast girls, faster whip, big chains
the land to stop yer brain from bleeding And you need something special Yeah, you need something special all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
the next end With the next man full the plate And yes damn I work fast Leaving 'em stashed Like a fresh pair of Tantrums I ruin 'em fast Move on so you
or you're tied to the tracks, girl Columbo split and you can't find Kojak True love is broken and your tears are fallin' faster You're sufferin' from a pain in your heart or some other
Earth. Terre, J'ai passe trop de temps sur la route A esperer les faibles traces que tu as semees Terre, Si tu savais combien je t'ai manque Ces journees
