all of the air in our lungs And kiss goodbye the lovers that we've loved We can't take 'em with us The world is over Delighted the world is over
coming after you niggas man (Oh it's over then, it's over) Fuck all y'all niggas (It's over then It's over) It's not a game man, (uh-huh) We taking this
is played out But holla mine in your next line, and get layed out [50 Cent - Chorus 2] My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavy I don't know
I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm I got designed when the world drop dimes This world
every night in the news We prove them suckers right and I got the blues America... Get busy, Humpy The red, the white, the blue and The blue and the red
Once barely taking a break Now she sleeps the days away She helplessly stands by It's meaningless to try All she wants to do is cry No one ever knew
the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double
like levees in New Orleans Catch Jimmy Iovine when he refinance his mortgages Kid illusion is dead, we movin with the blue and the red Latin Kings, Giuliani
the only one You're the, thats why I want you Like a Thats why I want you Like a kangaroo Thats why I want you like a Thats why I want you like a kangaroo yeah Thats why I want
do? Chorus: On any other day, I'd be blue eyes crying I could tell the world at least I'm trying The clouds are breaking The sun is shining new
and the D. is for diamonds (Out of your back door and into another Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother) Roses are red the sky is blue
night of my life And nothing can stand in my way And love has a colour and colours are many Blue is for lonely and red is for danger I go to the wall
talk walk and watch how you fear run Yah, and fuck the world is my assignment And I promise you gon feel me like blind men Roll or roll over like front
buckeyes. My daily chore. Maybe I'll run over the upper lid but all I could think was... Careful to mark your girlfriends 17 fucking cats The sewer line is
such thing as bad luck My, nose ain't right Like I need a new one Just take your pick, a yellow red A black or a blue one Virtual reality, virtual, BULLSHIT
pink slip nigga, you punks is leases My wife bentley got peanut butter guts like Reece's Blood peeled niggaz is red like endangered species, fucker [Voice-Over
