: Argument then war Even the score Retaliate, revenge The will to win Man can't be wrong Man can never get along Man wants to fight Man wants to be right
eight months, son Checked my pockets, but I knew I had none They took away my license They said I can't drive Said that I should thank them I'm "lucky
: Horrible plans of hate they're tending The evil minds with plans predicting Bitter vibes of hate they're sending Broken heart and mind is mending Deflective
: I look at you, then look at me There is no difference I can see
this car So I can fly off and live among the stars I'm gonna bail out before it's too late Get the fuck out, I'll dwell in space I'll travel around at
till I retire And while I could be out bar hopping Meat market, rocker-chick shopping Out there, chasing my dick In it's never-ending search for chicks But, I'd
one-way ticket, but I couldn't brag I was seeing green, seeing red With an aching, throbbing, emptiness in my head Trying to breathe, I fought for air I
they wanna bury ya That's why I travel with a semi, like Eddie in "Coming to America" (Silencers, it sound like it's hummin' when I'm airin' ya Won't
snare when it touch the beat I'm the 808 drum that got you movin your feet I'm the heir to the throne after the D-R-E Product of my environment, you old
You Out", so I'm a do it The South gon' love it - chop it {SCREW IT} Slow it down, then bring it back up G-G-G U-NO! Nigga, it's Young Buck! [Verse 7
album I don't fuck with The Source But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche Tell
A cross that I didn't see until I was nailed to it for believin' at all That I could ever be accepted the way I saw it I mean I knew it would be hard
it again Shit, 'Pac still doin it, you hoes can't ruin it Two million everytime he drop I know you fuckers losin it We movin in - for the kill, for a
Just 'cause a nigga come in he got style Don't think I won't flip it Don't pull your file But I got enough bullshit to deal with I'm rollin' with the
no class I know what i'm saying I'm a real deal badassed white trash I've done my praying We'd better fix now the business straight You know what i'm saying I
UNIT Shit, I done started my own gang I don't go that funny dance I don't throw gang signs But I'm a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine Think all
? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don't sell I'ma rob and
space age [Eight] Yeah did you get that? [Andre] Ya'll that was it [Eight] Dre and Eight, Suave House [Eightball] Dig this, I hit the track with unbelievable raps Fadin' oncomers with