get a taste I hear your heart beating I found I wanted to eat your heart up, Chew it up and swallow And get your blood to flow Through my head A heart
beach house that's, somewhere on the coast to Bunch of bad bitches that some of ya'll propose to (CLUE CLUE!) I hear niggaz talk, dummer then they suppose
I get cake Me and funeral Fab, front row at your wake [Hook: Vado] Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your
came up, there's only one way up hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggas get ya pay and weight up [Kastro] If it's on then it's on, we break beat-
s when sun came up, there's only one way up hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we break beat
bitch niggas is listenin, The World Is Mine Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up Heard the guns bust but you tricks never shut me up Touch one of
kitted! I'm so hood! - That's what the bitches like about me! She bob and weave she up and down she suck the life up out me. [scream] I tell you about
ya In case your dumbass wanna tussle AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle Scope, ?? run you're still dead Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your
eat Cause I'll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals But that song in New York, dawg your ass is local
to your head and remind your ass I ain't playin with you, I want my money motherfucker Chorus (50 Cent) Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog, word
blood or they'll read your funeral rights when the lightning strikes it's dog eat dog when ya meet your rival in the combat zone it's your means of
it I'm a boy and I gotta show it I hear them cries from the babies I wish they had a chance don't wanna blow it But unemployed for all the little girls
glock and hear pistols poppin' buckin' them bodies with shots, and a come up, Everybody get up, get down [x4] Everybody get up and like my fucked-up
the rear All you weak funny niggas you better stand clear Come inside of my storm put on your gear You ain't up here my nigga better be up outta here
ya face Fuck dumb shit straight up Keep it bouncin baby make sure you hold your wait up A ha Yea, just watch how the flow will change up for sure Rippin
Then I woke up behind Nigga either I load up these nines Or blow up with rhymes cause this flow of mine is like blow up but lines of coca And your folks
the way we on, we be all up in the race and you know We gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace We struggling and hustling and sending in and getting