Slapped my face, slammed the door A dozen roses lay on the floor I saw her friends and I was told She blocked my number from her cellphone You said we
To the edge Till we all get off I will take You away with me Once and for all Time will see us realign Diamonds reign across the sky Shower me into the
When I was just a little young boy Papa said, "Son, you'll never get far" I'll tell you the reason, if you wanna know 'Cause child of mine, there isn'
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Old man sailin' in a dinghy boat down there Old man down is baitin' a hook on there Gonna pull man down on a suckling hook Gonna pull man into the suckling
G-Unit Uh, a one two, a one two Uh, a one two, a one two Yeah Uh, a one two, a one two Excuse me miss, you must be some kind of a model Enough to make
As long as there's an apple tree There'll be apple pie And what is meant to be will be Who teaches birds how to fly Here in this world Where so few things
Yeah, they tried to put me in a box It's impossible R-Les (Oh yeah) And this time it's all or nothing (Set it real, oh yeah) Listen I'ma take you 10
From the top of the hill You can see all the lights Of the diamond field The treasure buried in plain sight Where one man's loss Is another man's gain
Ay, ay, uh You love my diamonds don't cha? Let a way a nigga shine, why don't you? Baby, what's your dis position? Have you ever tried this position?
Diamond life Sugar baby we dynamite Playboys and socialites Young and fly, fly, fly 1989, no pressure but to be the bestest in my section Levels of a
Yeah, G-Unit Yeah, ey, ey I think I gotta' have it And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet I'm goin' with this kinda music Puts me right back on the
Yeah, uh, yeah I like the way that sound Now Check, n**** ya feelin' like a frog in a jump One weed will bring you from the bottom the trunk From the
Money, money, money, money Cake I need the cake nigga The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack Spida got the
I'm back, nigga I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules But I could make you move Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Hands up, shorty when you party with me We goin' way past
Yeah, ooh You n****s know what time it is? It's time for that gangsta s*** We ain't got s*** to live for You either headed for the pen Or you're on your
Yeah, I'm back They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman I ain't your friend boy, I'll f*** your wife man Look at my left, now look at my right hand