position, like a crossbow Friend or foe, gas heads go from C.E.O. to skid row See the toxic green flow, it's poison waters overflow Paint a mental
em (how to rob-50 cent) My sticky fingaz turn fists across ya jaw Beat ya ass in real life at the source awards The real fifty from brooklyn God bless
remain the same sorrow joy and pain reality of life dis a no game missing those days again when we used to open hearts for friend everything a change from
new 300 C you got Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out before you see the cops I ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar
Pouring up the wine from yesterday it tastes the same today awakes the lynx in me songs have often drawn me by their tales an urge to set the sails and
now Andale! Every crooked man, every crooked mile Every crooked back of the rank and file Same flood force Same blood course Same muddy source As the crooked waters
take y'all niggas back to my basics of this Your anxious to flip fag, catch a facelift My shank do remarkable things for fakeness My whole mob got the same
forms of life would start He pursued show and prove every move in order Back to the source he let off his resources in the water Climb his climax, where
I'm like Alicia cause we move the same keys [Chamillion] Niggas know I got more dope than Homer (you see it) [Lil' Flip] I'm getting head from your
blocks This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beatbox Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain You knowing where it came from, stop
One] This is a pop pill culture we willin' to try it Anything from implantin' plastic to the Atkin's diet We gone flap 'til we die like a fish from water