Chorus: 50 Cent] If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out) There's no time to cock it
It hurts so bad But feels so good She opens up just like A rose to me When she's close to me Anything she'd ask me to I would It's out of control
got a friend that's doing nursing But she got carried away She never practice with a brother like dis Sincerely, mi seh I man regret it Mi never shudda tek it
’t enough I guess it’s left up to engine number three (to get what? ) what? to get aboard those Trains, planes, and automobiles It’s all in the same it’s
in my tree house please don't bother me and now it's lookin' like hella-smoke under aid they lettin' me pass the velvet rope and it's like getting reckless
around is a penny really lucky If you find it on the ground? What's the problem with this town? I can't figure it out my karma's crashing down in the
I rock a b-boys stance Cuz it's time to explode. Chorus If you ever want to know what time it is, compared to what time it isn't When you hear krs in
recall 'Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with Sen and the old chemistry, just reared it's
beautiful You're not the one to blame Soon it will be okay One day you'll realize Your beauty It was a Saturday It's colder to me Inside this house
uh, now you motherfuckers know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh) Y'all bitches fear it cause you weak You wanna hear it? I make it speak (WHAT
my sins) Blown away (will be blown away) Like the wind (like the wind) Like the wind (like the wind) Blooooooooooooooown [Jinx] If pain is love why hide my pain
t got what we had And it makes me kind of mad I hurt my one true love Just like my dad And it's kinda sad 'Cause now my shit's together No need
sporty In public she's nice In private she's naughty I had every man's dream in the palm of my hand And fucked it all up like the Taliban She left
he ain't got what we had And it makes me kind of mad I hurt my one true love Just like my dad And it's kinda sad 'Cause now my shit's together No need
a struggle But like my niggaz from Chi town say It's all bubbles [Chorus] Hoping my real mo'fuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote It's
cracks Funny how things change color then fade to another shade When you had it made it was all good but now look just another day it was so fresh it
Do you know what's worth fighting for? When it's not worth dying for? Does it take your breath away and you feel yourself suffocating? Does the pain weigh
phone lives) In my pocket, so cozy; oh what a joy replies give. It seems Melissa's babysittin and Theresa's workin late, but Emily's on her way to East