50 Cent - Roll That Shit. Niggas get knocked if they start askin' question, my name end up in all types of shit. I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain. Toy Dolls - Any Dream Will Do.
Featuring Jamie Foxxx). Can you make it go round and round. 50 Cent - Leave The Lights On. I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo' sho', whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich. Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D. C. This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend. The money goes into my piggy bank.
And if not, then that'll be me on the floor. On my first case they told, where I'm from it ain't safe. Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya. G-55 fly ma let's go. Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon. On the dance floor, a nigga doin' old moves. KUR PRANOHET NJË VIDEO E DËRGUAR: Për verifikimin nga stafi mund të duhen pak minuta deri në disa orë, por garantojme që gjithsesi verifikimi do të kryhet brenda 24 orësh. Like the stones on my wrist. God gave me you lyrics. I'm rich as hell, Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell. My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggas.
Its almost like were kinda, like Siamese twins. Funny how time flies when you full of laughs. Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl. I get out myself and spray that shit. Nothin' but the best now, how does that sound. I think about you thinkin' that you feel the same way. That's my mu'fuckin toy Soldier. 50 Cent - God Gave Me Style Lyrics. I get mine the fast way, ski mask way. Got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died. Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit.
I found pleasure in pleasin' you, like a real man should. But that song in New York, dawg your ass is local. Now what you know about movin' that? Be thankful that we aint beefin. Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood. Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand. You know where the niggas be at right?
Its not a game, perfect ai, m you feel the flame. I plan to head out west and plant my feet down. With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose. Case you didn't know who this is. Its smokin', street locin', locked and loaded. Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin'.