lames in the place where you're eternally restin And for that player-hatin testin, you gon' meet the Smith and Wesson 'cause these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times Respect mine
feel no shame The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine I've lost my fear to war and peace I don't mind that (the world is mine) You took
To late to send my girl downstairs to say he left To the basement, go through the replacement door Come up in my neighbor's yard, wit' a taste for war
truly felt my heart was yours And I know your love was mine Still every night you And that I wish someone could take me Back to 1999 I need to feel this
you've taken this too far now it has to stop you've taken this too far once again the table's turned and i'm behind picking up the pieces from the night
you that she's one of a kind Keep all your fingers to yourself, I'm here to take back what's mine Here me say... REF: This time you're all mine, Let
he got the new land Opened his cells I guess that's how the story began First mission was to clear it out and claim it as mine Indigenous people were
pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit Nigga ain't nuttin change You move I'll blow your brains [Lloyd Banks] + (50 Cent IN CAPS) These niggaz don't really want war
sometimes shorter than a half nights longing hidden and hard are the reasons for war polar twist, invert and flea I can?t disolve this feeling of mine
go And I know just how this battle goes He don’t wanna leave and I don’t wanna fight this kind of war (No, No...) Getting kind of sick of this battle
Trophies of war and ribbons of euphoria Orange is young, full of daring But very unsteady for the first go around My yellow in this case is not so
Darkchild 9-9 (They ain't ready for this) Ja Rule Uh, Darkchild (Ja Rule) Yeah, yeah, yeah, damn I couldn't think about the next man bangin' you Hittin
shoulders gettin knocked Clean off of they head See that red dot comin from Me and my girlfriend Cause I wants mine I needs mine And i'm about to get mine
this big earth as we roam We all got to have, a place where we come from This place that we come from is called home And even though we may love, this
Mama, we all go to hell. [х2] I'm writing this letter and wishing you well, Mama, we all go to hell. Oh, well, now, Mama, we're all gonna die. [х2] Stop
stocks and bonds In the studio a thug wanna lock your calm Tell a nigga I'm like flex I drop the bomb You come to war with a switch blade Get laid Nigga
burns within my veins towards your wretched kind I spread my creed of suffering in this bloodbath so divine No mercy is shown for the weak in this blood
, Your mine to take, Don't blink; you just might miss it! It's all or nothing, Nowhere left to run! Are you ready for the last fight! Get ready with the war