dirt, 300 Bars and Runnin And I beef with any nigga, say my name motherfuck I'm gunnin' You can put it on skee if you want it I'll air you out on Drama
I fuckin' claim Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang [Verse 2: Fabolous] What it look like, all I say it most Shooters waitin' on the word, just say
Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just one blood [Verse 10: Fabolous] What it look like, all I say it most Shooters waitin' on the word
one (slug) Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one blood) [Fabolous] WHAT IT LOOK LIKE? All I say at most Shooters waitin on the word
slug Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just one blood [Verse 10: Fabolous] What it look like, all I say it most Shooters waitin' on the
don't know what's coming to you, so you look just straight away Stroke like a sissy and still the hell im awake? Reality, it's a motion from the radian
got, then what we?ve got is gold We?re shining bright and I want you, I want you to know The morning?s on it?s way, our friends all say goodbye There?
] Everybody over there! Get on up! Everybody up there! Get into it! Everybody right there! Get involved! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] All the people on
put the bass on the 24-track Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast You disregarded, but
the radio I'm listening to a sad girl sing Sing about how she got her heart broke You were reaching for stars I just want me something natural When you
s your friend outta Oakland. Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open. Say your looking for some real shit. Then catch a funkdified batch. Like that!! Oakland's on the map. Tupac is on
chill we're comin' in how we will want to tell the whole world what's the deal and I say know no critical border cause we do what we want got more funky
me the day starts carefully on the sidewalk with the dog you're right last night I was a hog come on I'm sorry, Holiday on the radio Billie knows that
comin' in how we will want to tell the whole world what's the deal and I say know no critical border cause we do what we want got more funky styles than
I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead I can't even think, who 'gon want
want the world to know that you're mine But on some real shit, communications could be better So I'm writin' a song, instead of a love letter They can play it on the radio
: [50 Cent:] Yeah this is just my intro Its serious man this is Sirius Radio right here GGGGG Unit Radio Shady ha ha ha Just givin' 'em a little somethin
had a love thing girl you confused Don't listen to the gossip it's never ever true They say I do things that I never ever do On the radio, they say me