You lost your head, we all regret things we've done and said. I won't forget, I won't pretend. Well, you lie about the life you lead, you make believe
Hold me down, your ties have come unbound. You can't make me drown. Seems I've found, I'm feeling healthy now, my family tree has been cut down. Whoa
She tied the rope and threw her stone, she never held back from letting go. She took her time and borrowed mine, never heard of taking it slow. She's
Well, I've got a hundred thousand reasons that I thought you would be the one that took me by the hands and said you're happier with me. And now, a problem
Button by button, we'll take this slow. You'll get me hotter and hotter, and then we'll give it a go. Oh, I'm not gonna stop until you're curling your
Turn the TV off! You got another dead kid with a high school ring and it's glorified all over the screen. What's with this world and its social horror
I ain't goin' home I got 25 to Life. QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize you been the same muthafucka since in high school any beat I shed
not watch two lesbians in bed Have homosexual sex Unless of course you were given the consent to join in Then of course it's intercourse and it's bisexual
in the dark, cold hearted bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson Court cases keep me
sell five million Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits Dodging cop cars look how we come so far Picture a high
frontin Think about stuntin when you think about me, Im the boss bentley or the porsche, Overseas jet skis slide across, I love the way you dress, Now take it off, Put your legs high
cause I got high [repeat 3X] (La da da da da da da da da) I was gonna go to court before I got high I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
enough watts to shock the southern hemisphere I put a surge in your city with my lyrics in the air Shock hazardous, take caution and beware Of high
Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin a torch Stick niggaz for they shit, thank 'em for they support Quick nigga, better quit snitchin down at the court
em high, hit ’em high, hit ’em high And you hit ’em low, hit ’em low, hit ’em low If I hit ’em high, hit ’em high, hit ’em high And you hit ’em low, hit
I'm too young to die Hi-lo-do-si-dosy-do Stay single and save a dollar Come Saturday night I'll court a pretty girl With a cane and a high starched
50 [Chorus - 50 Cent] As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
the nation, on this playstation The Don Daata, gotta get you hotter Been a buck naked nigga smokin' water On a friday, the get high day Blowin' at