it's true Fair weather, go figure Calling it quits had its run So I'm calling in dead Fair weather, go figure Some things are better unsaid So I'm calling in dead
slip and fall, miss his call I know the young niggaz understand this Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous I reminisce on the fast times
mocked Danny Hoch Ernest goes to Brooklyn and gets his little chain tooken How you lookin' in them dirty ass Nikes With a 15 year old chicken head you callin
fools on this P-I-M-P Lesson 1- first you should, pull a bitch fuck her good The next time tell her no, but the next time take her dough. Oh! you gotta
good time, the bad time, the way I think it oughta be Now follow G, can you comprehend? If you can then drink a shot of Hen Hit this hand on your silver
two videos that we got for wedding presents - called the e-files, e-files one and e-files two about how Elvis is supposed to be still alive. And one time
wandered alone, Through a desert of stone, And I dreamt of my future wife. My sword's in my hand, And I'm next in command, In this version of Death called
him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because." Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last. They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called
peace That was 1996, we back in the mix I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit But everything started changin, business rearangin Then the time
A nigga better call a REF, and everybody know my style And everybody know I'm the best, when it come to doing this and I'm banging on my chest And I bang
foul A nigga better call a, everybody know my style And everybody know I'm the the baddest When I come to doing this and I'm banging on my chest And I
can't find her way [Game - Verse 3] Thats all I'm thinking on this Grey hound Usually I'll be in this seat with brids and a tre pound But this time I
[Intro: 50 Cent] Baby this is real shit my record sell slow I'm show you my dick [x7] [The Game:] Hit a breakdown No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
