be the same Let it go Don?t you try to step to what I got These lyrics are hot I?m flippin this thought Im pickin
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent] Clickity clank clickity clank The money goes into my piggy bank [Bridge- 50 Cent] I'll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin I'll get
Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone Shyne poor 'cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain, ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though
loose. So damn wrong, so damn dumb. I went back more than once, four times. Went for more times. Sometimes back to back. Could not help how it feel. Though I know karma's real. No crime
than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe be on a Quest like Tip and them On every avenue puttin the full clip in em Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a round into
money, stayin' on your feet And you better believe gotta have that cheese For the green leaves, never catch me sleep Stay on the grind, get mine, stayin' down for my crime
dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad But the man know, Eazy runnin' with the lost souls, rest in peace That was 1996, we back in the mix I guess they thought
they lie. Flesh-Whom die they lie. Krayzie-No mo' mercy . . . Flesh-Whom die they lie. [Shot.] Flesh~N~Bone-Now, who wanna go snitch? Talk shit about real
problems on some math class shit so check the young genius out fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout I thought that real shit is what you
love around the clock Baby doll it's you and me so just rock Breakdown, all you superficial rappers will cease to exist If I come into a party hitting' raps like this Though
crime don't pay Black man tried to break into my house again Thought he got off early doing time in the pen Even though my brothers do me just like that
comin' from My momma and poppa, moved to the U.S. as Jamaicans Struggled to get visas and green cards through immigration Though my pop was po', stayed away from crime
I didn't get popped (or I didn't get killed) [Yo Gotti] It's hard to except The cards I was dealt The life that I chose ??? A life full of crime A bag
I got somethin' to kill that though I'm a real rap pro, bad bro, so now you know The TR 808 Straight, straight from the Bronx Now, back to the scene of the crime
find My girlfriend getting fucked with eight more guys in line Cant wait to rise and shine when ill thoughts are provoked (Shane wake up) My girlfriends right beside me getting choked In real
revolution Sons due, evolution, in a rhyme, ghetto music In the mind, 'cause I'm movin, in time, intwine Lines all out of ideas, thoughts expose the road
em, step into my office Crunch time steroid big boy itches Eyes that lay for blood money riches Switches thug men gunmen dirty lung sticker Arch-crime
