so sucker free, I swear You don't know me homie you can get the fuck from round here I don't care who you will, who you with or who you know Let's be
long its just paper to me take all my memories with you and just erase it for me you can never reminisce when you forget it all careful what you wish for, you
Richer than the richest More money, bitches Yeah, coming to you live from the city of Houst-Atlanta-Vegas So what do you do, young lady? One hundred
I love you And you love me too We were meant to be 'cause shorty You love me And I love you too And I promise I'll be true to you [Verse 4 - 50 Cent]
you here boy Cause all that hype don't feel the same next year boy Yeah and I'll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got Trippin off you cause you
and your cities drowned and swept? What would you leave behind when those who bear your name are born to that place that you wrecked? What would you
she just say the same Yeah Bitch [Chorus] If you see them point them out If you see them point them out There's a bad bitch in here And you see her
I'll pay you at another time Take it to the end of the line Rags to riches or so they say You got to keep pushing for the fortune and fame you know
New York City You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit We on fire up in here It's burning hot, we on fire Shorty take it off, if it get too
1948, Xmas eve, with a full moon over town Stagger Lee met Billy DeLions and he blew that poor boy down Do you know what he shot him for? What do you
three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke a L in the
al god damn you Bitch, you ain't 'bout shit, my bad Turn off the lights, don't trip Give a nig' some ack right and act like You might lick balls tonight
it all up just to take one ride With you How I used to kick it on the front porch With you And how I used to lay back and smoke weed With you And all
do to keep you loving me And its just to much for me to not have you by my side cause no matter what your going through you know that im gon' ride yea Nas- You
I want you with me I, I, I just want to show you You belong to me I, I, I wanna get to know you I, I, I want you with me I, I, I just want to show you
funk on hold 'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss Flashy faces with bigger lips
some absurd shit You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker Stick and slide with vigor, city