birds Bright colours Are the ones I can't trust But this time there is something that I never get This time and I don't think it's worth another chance This time
Nice birds Bright colours Are the ones I can't trust But this time there is something that I never get This time and I don't think it's worth another chance This time
dirty, a Russian fire arm that shoots thirty Just then I hear the bus engine I’m transcending I’m crowd surfing I can’t see the time burning I’m not
got to stay away Stay away, stay away I need to get away Stay away, stay away Get away Creeping and crawling, drooling on me, every time I turn my head
woman Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him We might fight with each other, but I promise you this We'll burn this bitch down, get us
was gonna die Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry And still, we try to change the past, in vain Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin
half dead, He must say no, but now he know how shady the Math is, Even murderous tactics, get better with practice, Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn
Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box In the hood summer time is the killing season It's hot out this
ft. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo [50 Cent] Yeah..50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo G-UNIT! [Lloyd Banks] This rap shit plays a major part of my life So if you
50 cent] Yeah..50 cent, lloyd banks, tony yayo G-unit! [lloyd banks] This rap shit plays a major part of my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right
I think of all the time I've wasted All the bitter pills I've tasted I have to hang my head and frown I, I've suffered long enough in this ghost town
first to walk away from this (dying place you call home) The sun has burned the last time she crawls in darkness with no light in sight Like burning
in outer space. Through this unique means I will convey to you and all of mankind America's wish for Peace on Earth.) I held my head as I left the
, no more bowing my head If every day is another slug, I will pull them out of my... I will not run out of ammo, no more bowing my head For every day
it in my eyes Now I can understand, put faith in you for the last time It's sorrow that feeds your lies Falling away, can't turn back time Burn it
round and round and round We attend this cosmic mass and we hear its sad lament But even stars and planets pass in this cold and everlasting place Lift your head
's always been that way Those frantic years, the people you've neglected Now the time has come to pay You're alone No one here is dancing to your tune Me: Is this
