your painted smile fill my eyes the things you say the games you play things you say yes i've seen all your heroes be the best they could be won't ever
with your painted smile fill my eyes the things you say the games you play things you say yes i've seen all your heroes be the best they could be won't
stripes But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin red lights I wish somebody would have t old me then Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell
s your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck It's not your birthday
: 50 Cent] Go shorty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know We don't give a
I'm calm you lookin real stressed I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got problems I don't run, I just gun you
ll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us (like us) Don't be so quick to test us I'll be annoyed and might bust I'ma have to talk to Eazy through
your hands up high A yo I can't see y'all You know we hang out in the streets y'all All night Yes yes y'all I be the god up in the flesh y'all Bless
on your hip Travel safe, you know that I'ma hold it down on the strip Good lookin, word to mother son I give you my wit But when I get back, I'ma bounce
cake, I be that nigga that brings the icing Disregard your whole identity and revoke your driver's licence You know I blast in your ass real fast Got your bladder burning
up or break North My lines petrify your mind's third eye, when I'm high I pull the trey in your insides, I strike blindside Rip inside, my syllables simmer
like Tyrone? I rip your tissue out your ear Spittin' like I don't care My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a damn near year So I burn, zig-zag, I
down, Insomnia style I won't lye down, fight the good fight don't need no help, keep your hands up defend yourself, move like I move and live lifelong
like Tyrone? I rip your tissue out your ear Spittin like I don't care My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a damn near year So I burn, zig-zag, I
running but you don't know what i'm running from my own weakness come on i've got to speak this truth When I'm losin my direction i run that self-inspection I
Who ya fucking wit governer E? Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree) {Then swing ya by ya foot} {Mister drumma looking bald headed punk bitch
evolution, kids Don?t spill your blood on foreign land Come outside on the block with your gun in your hand You?re mad as fuck and won?t take it no more
