for forgiveness I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it We clicked like heels when we first met the Junior Ma F
's If you do wantcha sang with me (Lil' Romeo) A for apple B is for ball Me and C went shopping at the mall D came over in a E class benz So F started
do retail Independent promotion, a couple of people got they legs broken Record exec found dead, body in Hoboken Autopsy explainin what parts remainin New York police department, the F
Traffic Control Center I freeze MC's at maximum degrees [Unverified] from the street When I ripped apartments and the Corman suites Two and a half units
[unverified] Get a 40 and mask it, post it on God Because me got me scratch paper buried in the backyard Me and my click roll thick f'real and be thinkin
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls) Song: No Mercy [Fat Joe] Yeah, real muthafuckin
our click, even the niggas that's talkin' s**t, all our on d**k. (Mo Thug) Better get your woman, get the f**k gone, and leave us alone, you ready for
my MD shit If I don't do the number's I'll just do the alphabet A,B,C,D,E,F,G-Shit I mean G-Unit shizzle F a dancefloor man are hungry out here this is
patsy lone assassin Conquer and divide tactic is designed To refute The fingerprint man the planted witness Military truck in a parking lot United
one of them Ma that boy out there actin' a fool that's him They say I've changed man, I'm gettin' paper, I'm flashy They like me better when I'm f***
trip, you gon' get ya monkey ass hit Run in ya whip, tryna fuck with my clique Nigga don't trip case you didn't know who this is It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
[Intro- 50 Cent] Sh Sh...Shady Aftermath HaHa G G G-Unit! HaHa [Chorus- Eminem] Cause we came here to set this party off right Let's bounce tonight
Yeah, it's 50 A.K.A. Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain't got time to waste Let's make it You said you a gansta
The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers, welcome to the United States of America Time to roll out the red carpet
against a gate, cuffin us before they beat us [Channel Live] It's like they can't trust us, they wanna bust us and crush us, they sayin f' us, there'
Okay-kay-kay G's up, Lil Scrappy I got money BME, money in the bank, G-Unit I got money in the bank, yeah Shawty what you drank? I got money in the bank
[Intro] Wussup with it, nigga? (It's how I do things) G-Unit South! (You know you fucked up, right?) Aye yo, fuck tha police!! And fuck you snitchy azz
weed up I f**k with g-unit So yall sake get they ass lumped Your homeboy really going Through something I cant change I f**k hoes that would make Mya