You've been away for such a long long time Gone from the brickyard, gone from the mine All these unfamiliar places used to find your measured paces Now
Translation: Bird, Andrew. 50 Pieces.
I noticed you goin' out of your mind It looks like were two of a kind Chorus Let's fall to pieces together Why should we both fall apart Let's fall to pieces
that I noticed you goin' out of your mind It looks like were two of a kind Chorus Let's fall to pieces together Why should we both fall apart Let's fall to pieces
, don't even try son Hey yo, Pizzone I'm the prodigy you need to keep ya eyes on Yo who the don, who plays it all night long? 50 mill strong,
the left eye, murder sit down like ryerson You wanna dis, don't even try son Hey yo, Pizzone - I'm the prodigy you need to keep ya eyes on 50 mill
day" I didn't understand, but I tried to get a job While all the players got the girls 'cause they'd hustle and rob I was like makin' 'bout 1-50 a week
bitch boy say to me aka i stay wit me mac 99 not far away my dogs dont even play wit me in my apartment 80 a piece stack a piece 80 g's old skool dope
better than half Of the shit coming out right now It's all trash The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed Jay said it's his last, and 50 and
tripping i'm just saying that's what it is, you ain't gonna have a problem paying if you love the kids ballshit homie, in the beverly center with the 4 50
[Intro: 50 Cent] I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah) I get down, I get down (I like the way that sounds) I get down, I get down, I get down
.), Z-Ro Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com [Talking] Nigga don't act like you don't know who I'm talkin' bout (Fifty-Cent piece drops on table) [Coinciding With 50
pieces look just like baby dimes I'm on the corner selling whole eights I don't remember being this fuckin paranoid since I sold weight I went from 50 sacs to 50
streets. Without a couple metal pieces under my feet. Fully automatic whippers in the loaded with doom d's. Stash under the carpet like a can of sea breeze. 50
' around on these streets Without a couple metal pieces under my feet Fully automatic weapons and loaded wit' dumb-d's Stashed up under the carpet like a can of Seabreeze 50
' shit (What?) Put the faggots in the ring, watch 'em all quit All y'all niggaz is pussy, suck my dick Ain't nuttin' but a handful of man still standin' I remember 50
