I'm not calling you, because I swore I'd never let it. I'm not calling you, though I'm feeling quite pathetic. I'm not calling you. (2x) I'm not calling
mic or you gon' hug me But I'm not an option, there's nothing else I can do 'cause I'm about to lose my mind You've been gone for so long, I'm running
I got swag now, I got paper I'm rollin in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin in the dough, I'm caked up [50 Cent] I was
a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance
it started, saw you on the news, you were hatin' gays, i was eatin' food. but I was feelin' you, even though I disagreed with almost everythin' you said you
I?m chillin at home on some solo shit I love piece and when its quiet, I don?t want no bitch I don?t want to look at lifetime, I?m fine with fuse Fuck
today I?ve lost you I can?t help but think of our last conversation I close my eyes I can still see your face I hope what I?m feeling now, you are feeling
I fuck like a rap, ain't no quick flows I'm a California nigga, born and bred Got a wild imagination when I'm on the bed I love my woman, I love her
I made a transition, I made a transition You can say I made a transition I'm feeling like I found myself but lost my mind They wanna take my life, I
the motherland You see, they call me a star but that's not what I am I'm a jungle brother, a true, blue brother And I've been to many places you'll never
say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats Boy I'm
up Dre, I'm dying I need you, come back for fuck's sake [Chorus] I'm about to lose my mind You've been gone for so long I'm running out of time I need
: Iyana Dean] I-I think my, niggaz is soldiers I-I think my, bitches is gangstas I-I think my, niggaz is soldiers I-I think my, I-I think (HUT!) [Royce
frowns So for that I'm sorry I promise if I could sing another song, I would I wish I could tell you my life is good but it's not I wish Missouri city
good, I'm back from Hollywood And I ain't changed a lick, though I know I probably should But, what I'm doin' is not a good look I never did it by the
Hey, hey old bean and you to baby sweetness Yeah, this is Pops, and I'm back in the studio And I didn't have to break in this time I'm back as a special
my neck I'm seein' my death, and I ain't even took my first step I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a bad
