Can't function, only thing I can do is pray And thank God for another day Yes, homie, it's rough down here I gotta watch my back 'Cos it's hard being
titans, the whole jam stopped to stare And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air I spied my man Jazz, maxin out with two stone cold
what you're in for, right? Blood flows like sands in the hourglass Cash moves everything, bitches in g strings Gats flashin', mothers make cream on a stick move Improve your dope flow, cold
weight pile The brothers was swole the attitudes was cold I felt the tension on the yard from the young and the old But I'm a warrior I got my ground
[Intro] N-gga I ain't f-cking around, SMS, get the message, get the message! SMS, get the message! [50 Cent - Verse 1] I go hard full time, duck when
you say, just Don't hurt me, it don't hurt me, no more Bitch, you get no love You showed me nothing but hate, you ran me into the ground But what comes
no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from every direction Your head and your shoulder, area your midsection dawg When the saint on the ground with
In the timbers to Fennario The wolves are runnin' round The winter was so hard and cold Froze ten feet 'neath the ground Don't murder me, I beg of you
give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters What's up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leather I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
these suckas shakin'/ You been waitin' and anticipatin' the makin' and the arrival of my thug congregation, just call 'em Desperado/ It aint hard to spot
Pap, pap, put it all on the ground, yeah Bone, yeah We used to get down with a clack back (Get down) Put on the ground, now get down Well, it must be
they know us Pap pap put it all in tha ground yeah, Bone, yeah, we used to get down With tha clack back put it on the ground, now get down Now it must
to the double glock Ready when the trouble knocks, pop pop ya pistol now If a nigga wanna run up, gun up Put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay
it out Or be like punks and punk it out Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby I'll probably be punished for hard livin'
punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it out pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby I'll probably be punished for hard
would always beg him to quit, but he didn't wanna As he got older, he got even worse 'Til a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearse A cold night
I spit my day right off a holiday broke and disgusted With out enough money to buy food but I'm smoking so fuck it Hit the school yard I would hard because
'll soak up the sound, try to sleep on the wet ground I'll get ten minutes give or take 'Cause I just don't foresee myself getting drowsy When cold integrity
