that i'ma come and i'ma kill 'em when we step up in this building and you know that i'ma hit them and i do it how i do it now i gotta get them BbboooooooooohhhhhH
, no I can't take no more of this I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door Asking if you'll still let me in Won't you stay, won't you stay? Hear what I'm
flows who used to flip O's And run G for days used to see how I get hoes I'm international, I get my dick licked around the globe I'm sick right into
I-I-I'm the terminator Bitch talk slick, I'ma have to terminate her These little nappy headed ho's need a perminator You my seed, I spray you with germinator M-m
I tell 'em, cut a hundred million dollar check for me Like it or not, don't lose no respect for me Never mind what I did 'cause the best comin' I'm the
protest, yeah, you should picket me I'm on a losing strike, I'm on a winning streak I'm out in left field, I'm speaking mentally But that's a better
two mics 'Cuz the way that I'm feelin' tonight, everything I can just do right There's nothing that I can do wrong I'm too strong and I'm just too hyped
come on baby let it bump(bump) I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the zone I typhoon everytime I get on a song I *tie coo?* I just went and brought
it get's took on the mic Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me You poke
I got swag now, I got paper I'm rollin in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin in the dough, I'm caked up [50 Cent] I was
The Case' Pull this Richter shit ping, ping should you start to face I'm international I'm never home, mayne I've been gone so long my accent changed
your fuckin wit me me me I'm so raw yea I'm so raw Me I'm so ghetto I'm oh so hardcore I'm down by law this style ya never saw I give em jus a little
many in my tax bracket, Man I'm so alone, Pack it up and send them home, Pin on my microphone, By the time they reach my level, Man I'm already gone
here and don't say nuthin' I'm sayin' give it here and don't say nuthin' Yeah, it ain't nothin' like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit
I guess bacardi lime gave me my strength to go the extra nine Next in line, slow G-ing, low key-ing Me and the crew win the gold B.M. O.D-ing, top speed
everything come out wrong I'm living in yesterdays tomorrows I know something's helping me along I'll take a melody And see what I can do about it I
mornin' But he couldn?t make me day And after that he?s boring me in every single way He had kids all across the land, I just don?t understand So I?m g g gone