I'm pouring my hart out to the black Don and treating each show like the last one, I don't plane sequles This is it, Michale... Rest in Peace Tell me what I
I do music, I'm puttin' up shows If not, back to square one that's right Start from scratch, re-plottin' them O's Roads keep callin' me back but I'm not
pictures I'm givin' them a show, I do it for the fans they my people Step steady careful, Fallowing the key rules, fools Me and them no equal, Why, cuz I'm
I'm not, I just want to shoot up And I'm pissed off 'cuz I can't find a decent vain The disaster wit dreads I'm bad enough to commit suicide and survive
wrist watch All black G-Units, all black Impala I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin' the six-fo' 50 Cent know I'm Compton's most wanted when I'm ridin' with
black Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the bottle Speakin Japanese like Nomi Masho She got a bangin body, cold sushi with warm saki If I'm rappin
a lotta days I'm ready to spend what I saved on you [Saved on you] I wanna do it outside [I wanna go outside] I wanna do it in the rain [Let's do
up But the neighbors say police are comin', I'm bout to G up [Humpty Hump] Beep, beep, beep! Yo, I'm back MURS, where should I park it? I brought the
partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib, I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals, I'm just kinda fried I don't know why , I just popped up
game I'm Ron O'Neil the love seat, sunk deep Lil' niggas bussin' off they punk heat I'll make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin
, I got you, yeah I'm not your average girl, see me without you is unlikely Them other bitches they not like me I'm not your average girl, I be your
there As I grab the hand set her politely in the chair As we stopped to stare at one another Black sister, the brother I'm thinkin' all the time how
kid can flow Rip a show, or lift a soul, but this time, I gets that dough Plus I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or Diddy I'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical masterful
One one one one two P- P 5 D Yeah, yeah, P- P 5 D I'm sayin', yo Touch this yo, knahmsayin'? What? Yo yo, yo, 100 percent Yo! on these seventy three
I'm chucking up the deuces Onto the next one All I ask is keep it real Couldn't do that So I'ma tell you how I feel I'm poppin' bottles all night 'Cause
his gun I said, "Ha ha psyche" I had a call so I called my boss I figured I might as well what else could be lost Boss I'm sorry that I couldn't make
I heard a different gun's clip I couldn't be hit 'cause I didn't feel shit So I duck into cover Yell for my brother I yell yo [Jadakiss] Then I yell
love for my niggaz livin' lavish I got a pit named P, she [Unverified] I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino And I think I got a black