hurting, Homocide's learkin' My gun go off [Verse 2:] You better lose yourself in the moment Use it, F**k the music I'ma let it go You only get one shot
money, but ain't worth half the cake Have me runnin' from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes They want to knock me take, for Christ sakes [Chorus] (50 Cent, let
love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down
m all over the place I'm international player you heard me? Can't do nothing with me hey yo Flip holla at me man holla at me man I'm tryin to holla at
i wake Let my niggas celebrate And split my cake Now i lay Thee down to sleep I pray the Lord Fforgive me For holding heat If i should die Though before i wake Let
up I'm with it I'm wit it! I told you I was gonna cake up I did it I did it! N****s tryin to show me how to ball Man they tryin to buy some Gucci, I'
me Pressin' me, just to see the stress and hate Bring the best of me Leave your mouth open, sesame seed I seperate from stem and weed Me, I go, murder
two or three times now you need to call me back now you know it's your sons birthday tomorrow you need to call me I'm getting pissed off. [Chorus:] Daddy
place If you? just start tripping I'm that type that will let you go I'm that type that will let you know That everywhere I go, I can find a pretty hoe
di gideon a mi nah go move back well babylon rulers and di mokka shall not prospa so jah jah people just keep working there's no siesta dont call me christian call me
that old VCR just chewed up the tape Then I went to the freezer thought I'd cook me a steak All I found was that old piece of our wedding cake If it
me nasty, ol' wicked ass bitches Sceamin and tryin sceez on a real nigga Home avaded ransom and tryin to get some defense And before I give you wrath Ms. I go
have to send a nigga home Lord please take me home Come and take me home [Chorus] [Phil Collins] Take, take me home Cause I dont remmeber Take, take me
wanna have to send a nigga home Lord please take me home Come and take me home [Chorus] [Phil Collins] Take, take me home Cause I dont remmeber Take, take me
about perfect timin', feel me it's about perfect timin', hear me What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this: These playa haters got me pissed, bitch But let me
standard option She know we be on top Which is why we be the hottest The gang of ladies they know we true Let me get em They call me big bank bow Don
you know i'm cashin' 'em. From the 614 to the 678, all my n***** on the block go on get that cake. Lil momma drop it low, let me see that a** shake Bendin
: 'Bout to go off Time for me to show off Movin' on from my ex, sorry bitch your loss Cash money n-gga, you straight ass n-gga So much cake, the bank