It's only sometimes I feel this alone. It's not the worst times that scare me the most. Living a dream is running away from conscience Just seconds away
It's only sometimes I feel this alone. It's mpt tje worst times that scare me the most. Living a dream is running away from conscience Just seconds away
Translation: Drop Dead, Gorgeous. We're Planning, God's Laughing.
[P.Diddy] [gunshot] Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration [Intro (50 Cent)] I love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should
force to foster no morality morals are a substitute concern in someone's ear They're basically a by-product of home, I think it clear The plan, the plan
[U-God] Yo, Inspectah Deck track break your back Yo A message of a wreckage 50 shell hot track leaking out the Lexus Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg boulders
How man be so greedy When there's so much left? All things are God given And they all have been blessed That's the way God planned it That's the way God
Steppin' out steppin' high, step on back check my stride I'm ready for anything come Saturday night Got my two-tones on, the dance floor's their home
May some good fortune come to you May some good fortune come to you She's always thinking up something when I'm feeling down She knows just what to say
I was featured on It's for the block and we gon' keep it goin' For all my close friends gone, givin' me energy To speak my poems, rest in peace to the God
unity It can light the world for you and for me So why don't we reach out and be one planet One people, please? One planet, one people, please One planet
50 CENT: G G G G G-Unit. 50 Cent nigga Tony Yayo (yeah) (Drop That Shit) Yeah and it don't stop, I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block Yeah and it
whole fucking country Wallstreet niggaz, they caught me on a low White boyz dont call me coke they call me blow Its time to go on a bus the train a plane
It's beautiful how you walk I can't take no shame in lookin' 'Cause you be a hot mama cookin' Let me just say you gots it good You be stupid fly And
I Been problem since the old days pimps and gold caps now im in oj simpson throwbacks ya'll was wonderin where my ass been probally vacationin on south
me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god
much dirt to try and make it to heaven Nigga, is you down for this 1 8 7 When you reach the pearly gates, how you gon' explain? You gonna try and tell God