100 to fill up what I'm supposed to do Nigga You too [CHORUS:] You in my ear but it's money out here And I'm always here When none of ya'll here Which
to fill up what I'm supposed to do Nigga You too [CHORUS:] You in my ear but it's money out here And I'm always here When none of ya'll here Which one
game is helpless, let's not get it twisted I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam I'm here
soul I'm next to take I told him "I'm too much blessed with faith" "And living for Christ" and then he said "Manifest the great" All of a sudden, what I'm
trick me, not the life for me Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me I'm bustin on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly a man of military
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who i iz I got a full clip and niggaz know i get biz [50 Cent Chorus] I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will I'll
[Chorus] I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I
's get it poppin' [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth I'm in and out
ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city, the streets corrupt Now I'm rollin with
and say "Walk with meeeee..." [Young Buck] Hahahaha, yeah "Walk with meeeee..." [Young Buck] I'm goin to war, I'm goin to WAR! [Verse One: Young Buck
must Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss So point him out and watch how I knock him off Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching
As a young buck, niggas always knew I puff Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo) I'm a sped ed kid, I'm gettin' all this paper (uh huh)
missing Personally I’m sick of the ass-kissing What I’m kicking to you won’t get rotation Nowhere in the nation Program directors and dj’s ignored me Cause I
don't be callin' at my mama' house neither I'm through wit' you. I'm through wit' you I done got smarter. I done got smarter I ain't fuckin' wit' your
dollar bill on 'em I lived it out -- special delivery I spit it out -- special delivery I sniffed it out -- special delivery [Chorus: P. Diddy] (I want