why we believe What we believe We're sorry Jane can't come to play She's sad and won't come out today And we don't know why we believe What we believe
Tradução: Amor Love Spit. Creen.
bus I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup And in the tires little package is gone Might I spend a good deal with these Firestones I spit like Myer'
Thermals under that Pelle shit I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. shit And I'm proud of it Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it Haters
I done it before Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust Don't let Makavelli fool you homey thuggin it costs Pour out a little liquor for the loved
believe me We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy Light it up for 2pac and Eazy Show them niggas we ain't playin' believe me Believe me Growing up in
flag SHEAH!, they yellin' out "He ain't shit!" Believe that, when I act like my weed ain't hit Def Jam, Vandetta, Jam Jay, forever Rock an umbrella, when I spit
but then again you already know [Chorus] [Fat Joe] This is the t-e-r-r-o-r squad Who else hold it down like ya nigga Joe I'ma spit that ross's 9-2 Take
truth to the block. Uproot the dudes that been duped, 'cause you can get loose on your rock (can get loose on your rock!). But move to the rock, believe
name plus through jesus he pleases to use us as his vessles mayne cats who wanna walk it and talk it teach it and preach it they love it they live it
the fullest Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets (All he wanted was to be a thug) Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love
: My mom and dem don't like ya, my friends all think you triflin, but I don't feel quite like them, in fact I'm out to spite them, the love we share
Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) [Verse 2] Everyday is bugged, niggas'll come to a club To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love
slim him up Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it I spit
s Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don't want 'em next to me If its on mother fucker believe I'm gonna ride I'm the type
’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I noticed there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us. Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking
every single die-hard fan who embrace me I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me Believe
say 50, 50 Your my favourite We love you 50 Your massive Mash it tup There is not Competetion No, no There's no Competetion You have To be kidding I'm can't Believe
