sun From shining and, and the world feels heavy Oh I can see my eyes have kept the pain From a world that is empty again And I feel my life is at
[Intro: Fabolous] Now I Dont Kno What Life Whould B In H.I.P- H.O.P Wit Out The Boy F.A.B Not Only N.Y.C Im Hip-Hop's Flava Fuck! Out Ma Way Plz Do Me
they fuel When they first heard em spit they didn't think it would be shit M-o-s-t to the d-o-p-e kids C u f'in h's now you hanging with a g bitch but
of that Bulgari glasses on my face, hand cannon on my waist Candy blue paint on my ride, Trouble in the front in the back is Grace Joseph McVey that's my name, and I taste diamonds in my
me and my niggas my fucking g's R.I.P. to Robert Davis on a fresh set of 3's S.U.C. to the finish I'm going out with my men With a grenade in my hand
'ma be smoking weed, pacing myself Without a change in my schedule steady chasing my mail Until my life is at the finish with no more breath in my lungs
Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life All I want is money chasing paper after dead presidents Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up
If you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man If you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D J-U-A-N-B-O
P [50 Cent] its G-unit and the D.P.G from new york city to the L.B.C ill break it down for ya im a p.i.m.p when my gun go off nigga ask about me nigga
my Pants (in my pants, in my pants), shawty got me so excited [Verse 2:] I ain't seen nothing like that in my life, she lookin at a nigga Like this is
P-U-M-P Lay, bring the G-A-G-E 'Cause there's this gang all down the way We gotta put 'em in check 'Cause that O.G. was talkin' shit I'm gonna blow his
[Krayzie (Talking)] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga
' like fuck, sleep in fear Cock my nine, and i'm out the window Drunk as fuck and high off that indo Nigga E, C-P-T, the O.G. And i really don't think
my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop My brother Lucky and Pert, yo they nonstop And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop And my man Extra P, yo
inside the house are you [woman] (oh my god) [911 dispatch] ma'am where inside the house are you [woman] in my room, their in my room [911 dispatch] ma
cus every single record I am so unkind There are no hoes ???, There is no love loss Nigga this that crack and you know drugs cost So P A Y U P, I dont
We gon' funk you up, we gon' funk you up Love of my life, you are my friend, on who I can depend Love of my life, without your baby it ain't a simple
close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my
