). Pharisees think the world comes to them for salvation. . (Booyah). Chorus The radio is preaching the candy coated goo, the record companies and the TV too. No one
). Pharisees think the world comes to them for salvation. (Booyah). The radio is preaching the candy coated goo, the record companies and the TV too. No one
Перевод: Five Iron Frenzy. Четыре-пятьдесят один.
grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash. Then the ball dropped, GUN POPPED! - Bank$ got blast! I make it so HOT! - One
mysonne, see mysonne is the one that knock on your door You open up, you see a whore wit the glock to your jaw See mysonne is the one that hit the blocks
to the lab You’s a crab, I take mines off the top like fab Hit you with a jab for the 98 Number one in billboard with the triangle shape Flipmode on every
be thinkin that you usin me Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me I'm workin wit some change aiy And aint afraid to put fifty up
flag down a car when the shit drive by Im a pimp like preety tone i got the info on the preety chrome Fuicking hoes over fifty four my name here weight
dreaming, I hurt ya mans I'll teach you how to stunt [50 Cent] Seven series BM, Six series benz Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims All on one wheel when I'm on one
want they corner back Shooting in snowy weather It’s illegal business, niggaz still can’t stick together Fuckin police got the four-one-one That l.a.
hand Puttin it down We wanted in fifty states for this weight (A yeah yeah) Pushin rhymes like weight Pushin rhymes like weight (A yeah yeah) Yeah, blaze one
Fatal Hussein) Now before they start runnin' they lips I thought I should warn these motherfuckers, there's a gun in this bitch And I know he's got one
all flare, don't care, dog they all tear Give the guns to the one with the long hair And block burner It gets quiet they see the rims twenty four seventy
In a brand new truck Where ya at wit' it? Let's go and get it If you a real d-boy Money over bitches [Intro over the hook] Yea, this one here for uptown
ain’t one Hit me! 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one The
mad 'cause they riches ain't like my riches [Murphey Lee] A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy The civilized jewel boy I got not one, two, three, four
, the D.A. and feds to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two
