take all of this, fussing && hollering, moving && tossing shit around. && yu better not throw dem pots && dem pans in here. im the man in here. you bettah calm the fuck down
gonna take all of this, fussing && hollering, moving && tossing shit around. && yu better not throw dem pots && dem pans in here. im the man in here. you bettah calm the fuck down
family Sheeit, ain't nuttin left to be identified Evacuate the crime scene fast Why I heard the Feds had a warrant for my ass Why, I won't touch down '
) I can't sleep, so I stay up, don't wanna fuck them bitches Try to calm me down, I ain't givin up I'm gettin lost in the weed, man, gettin high Livin
fuck it, I wanna go to hell! {CAN'T FORGET... } [50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! {LIGHT THE BARBER! } (yeah!) [B.I.G.:] Crime
you up, you down they got nothin' to say But when you call, I'll come runnin', I'll always take the pain away They set you up, to let you down, they crowned
many men Wish death upon me Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy
down, then they got nothin' to say But when you call up, I come runnin' I always take the pain away They set you up to let you down You crowned, you
sometimes you have to keep it calm play it low bite your bottom lip to keep from clickin' on a hoe in the streets what the fuck don't nobody play from
want me To show a nigga Leather Face, and he Don't fuck around nigga He's a real buck 'em down nigga Motherfuck rappin', how 'bout fuckin wit me now nigga
's an everyday thang, it's an everday thang, it's an everyday buck, buck, buck, bang. Calm me down. It ain't gon' change. We won't change Bone thugs-
t believe what the fuck they seeing They jaws dropping and they can't comprehend the fucking meaning The realest bosses is back - No, bitch, you ain't
cause you wasn't a true soldier Fake bustas get hit with the clusterbomb You're a hotdog with no mustard, you're flusterd, I'm calm Spit heat like a fucking
I don't listen to Christians or crucifixion wavers I don't listen to anyone that ain't been to war I don't listen to anyone if they ain't been poor I
? Your little governor is taking everything I got I can't feed a family, I can't feed a dog So I cut your fucking head off, hey [Violent J] Wickey, wickey
Z] This can't be life, this can't be love This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us This can't be life, this can't be love This can
Mercedes 600 But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't [Chorus til fade]
