I am the beast Feed me rappers or feed me beats I'm untamed, I need a leash I'm insane, I need a shrink I love brain, I need a leech Why complain on
I am the beast Feed me rappers or feed me beats I?m untamed, I need a leash I?m insane, I need a shrink I love brain, I need a leech Why complain on
Hoodie over my head, recognize a Jedi, If I go too fast down this road I end up like left eye I'm wondering would it be better if I left My girlfriend know I
over I'm who your girlfriend acting like she aint shit over See broads over niggas Business over broads See business equals money, and money's over all I
heads up on the wall I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers I guess that's why in school, my
on my nurse, so I had to platonic her Nah that ain't my girl but every leader needs a monica I'm the head of my state, ain't that ironica (iron-ik-ah
part of the game? We deal in murder for money, sex and fame The question remains the same, who's to blame? Yo, my heart's torn as I watch my art form
: 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't
my crew Clickity, damn, I'm freakin' in my Chrysler 300-C What the fuck! I can't see the police on my street Nah, I don't know who stole his Audi TT But I
police off my ass Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I
I touch down in Atlanta with the dangerous crew Grab the microphone, spit this game at you It never ends, I just keep goin' Pimps keep pimpin', hoes keep
a serious tip Like always I made the beat funky I keep your head bouncin' like a dope fiend junkie I got to say it before I break I never rap fake 'cause I
I just don't understand 'Cause when I was a youngsta, money was so damn hard to find Hooked up with my young comrades and we was steadily on the grind When I
me over at least 3 times a day for my music My over head $60,000 a month total What else? Conducting business on my sidekick T-mobile If I got rich one day, I
't one ticket left not even a chair I should send you a postcard, I wish you were here I wish you could see, I wish you could hear I make 'em scream When I
is until you feel that. I know what I'm talking about because I was once a woman who loved too much. I know some critic is going to think I don
where my mind is at Hurry up to the walls see how I react But I keep comin back and that's for a fact I got the beef, but no road I got dropped And take