The garden. Hear the serpent's sound? It's so frustratin', when you're really into matin', and there Ain't a lovin' man around Whoever wrote this story (It's so
big birdies in the box is it you? I never said a word 'cuz nigga I don't do so You fools, got some question better ask the lawyer Rouseau I'm so international
shots so we all getting stupid And I don't dance, so the drinks must of loosened me up Must of loosened me up Wall working is what she doing Make all the chicks feel so
of the drums too What makes cancer tenacious? The moon rules the fluids Including the inner juices of human beings That which assimilates and feeds the body So
who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Nowadays niggaz snitchin so
shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do [verse1 - 50 Cent] Nowadays niggaz snitchin' so
stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do Nowadays niggaz snitchin' so
Stunna shades, fluid in my kup We up in da klub, we gon' tear it up Stunna shades, fluid in my kup We up in da klub, we gon' tear it up Stunnas on Stunnas
, one Now every, one It only takes, one You only need, one So feel it y'all, one One of the best in the class it's so stupid One who test it's tragic so
Hold on, hold on The Roller Coaster Malpractice (Stop, stop, stop, stop) Yo, yo, yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the front So hard the airbags use nasal
know) Yo swizz, swizz (My nigga) Swizz, swizz, swizz Another one? (Swizz) Another one? (Another one?) Are we bein' greedy or what? I don't think so
what she could do to a dick (SO freaky) Technique so superb it'll make you sick Can't even imagine who the foe that told her this shit (SO freaky) Errbody
block niggas twice with thighs Buck with a .45 Make you open while You blast at the parking lot What you speakin' on Wanna go through it Drink a lot, made from fluid
cut, where's my shit? now you get lolli-hopped By everybody on the turf, oh yeah, about that skrilla Hell yeah, that welfare check is mines on the first It's so
in your face, you can feel the tempo Yela's in your face, grab a stencil You should wanna get a copy of the style I'll lend yo ass, the man so bad From
alarm clock lies Get to school on time But you're a bag of warm fluid You're the corpse in the class You walk so near to your locker You lay so low in
end that we see from our balcony is barely the beginning. So I'm up on the fence and I'm still not convinced. Can't decide which side looks greener. So