and people go now it's time for me to run there's nothing left here for me our lives have just begun... All they care is what I'm not, and what I
come and people go now it's time for me to run there's nothing left here for me our lives have just begun... All they care is what I'm not, and what
days, listen and pray (And I'm kill 6 of your niggas, 6 different ways And we still got exza of rhymes) Still gangsta (Try to run up on the guy, that
s written, Compton niggaz never run from the law Plus we get Monopoly money with hotels and a board So I'll never see a jail, and I'm allergic to bars
grow and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride ni**az die and mommas cry ni**az got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and
make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care Verse Two: Will I cheat or
best [Stretch] Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The insane
sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine And
I run New York, Yeah I live in CT lil' nigga, but I run New York, And I don't go to parties lil' nigga, but I run New York, And I stay gettin Cs lil'
't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) Could you tell me where you run to (When the LAPD see you ridin' dirty dirty dirty
But you gotta search within you, try and find that inner strength And just pull that shit out of you, and get that motivation not to give up And not
And I might invest in two daughters like two quarters Invest in vitamin water if I adore ya Drop it on my lap You can make it clap Money in the trap
now c'mon ya'll If there's money in your pocket And your walkin tall make your way to the bar And get your poison chose And drink it old school style
or ride I slide up and put the barrel to her neck and scoot bitch Im driveing and were in pursuit of your loot bitch Im dirty wicked for the bank roles and
and nicks, find some strips and flood the town If I ever hit the ground, I'm just clickin and cockin And run up into your spot, and get to poppin instead
watch or a car I don't care about your block and whoever you shot I don't care about your album and whenever it drop I don't care about your past if I