it's coming back at you What goes around comes around - every word you said You've seen me around at a couple shows Maybe we've talked but you still
Well I'd swear every other word if I could For her, I'll make an attempt Sometimes love isn't about how much someone suits you But how much you're willing
get the dough and keep the blau on your hip Travel safe, you know that I'ma hold it down on the strip Good lookin, word to mother son I give you my
spend so much time just refusing to agree If you say you like something you know I'll say I don't And when you want to do something that's fun you know
Shorty, I love you And you love me too We were meant to be ‘Cause shorty you love me And I love you too And I promise I’ll be true to you (50 Cent)
keys in the kitchen on 'em The Block is hot, but we still here gettin it on 'em And keep a tool every time wit hit these streets cause these niggas act
people change? You think you?re my friend? Blud im telling you, You aint. Chrous You better not waste ma time, I got better things on my mind, I need to leave jerks like you
give you more and I will never give you less you will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press do you really wanna know whats next, lets
you say when it's said and done 'Cos you can't hide a heartbreak When you can't stop these tears from fallin' down So what do you do? What do you do
spawldy And I feel I'm the youngest, he expects a little more from me So I try to stay humbled and as you can see my vision you can see us Cash Money
I love you And you love me too We were meant to be 'cause shorty You love me And I love you too And I promise I'll be true to you [Verse 4 - 50 Cent]
ever struggle, every strip and every ghetto For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal For every child that's born and every nigga gone And for every
what you?re lookin? like 'Cause trouble?s where you been And I can see the kind of trouble you could get me in You better pay attention to every word I said 'Cause you
every word you say You shine your light for me to find the way Just hold me tight and cross your heart to stay Here with me, born to be Every part of you You
jeans up? And instantly, you finna' see how pimpishly I get these hoe's in the streets You niggas killin' me, you ain't feelin' me? The bitch got you
, everything has changed You say how can I make these dirty raps Number one albums, back to back If it was 1950, do you think I'd sell, no They probably
