I just lit a match and I held it up to a candle, I just lit a match and I burned myself out. What's in her name, tell me what does her name mean.
You don't have to be ashamed anymore your face is saved. You don't have to tell a lie about who you are it's quite alright Your binds are broke your
Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man who loves her to my death as well. I'll run until my legs give way, Yeah. I will follow her until my
on the flo, she beggin' me for some mo I hit it and hit the do, I hit it just like a pro Ice age 'n' fifty, one fifty, we in the do' She busting it wide
I won't leave the studio until a song's done And ain't nothing really hard about getting my cash A big phat house with a million stash You other niggaz
fuck I'm comin' from I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin' son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty
outside of Firebaugh I picked the peaches from the Marysville trees They bunked us in a barn just like animals Me and a hundred others just like me We split
Swiftly) Y'all dudes iffy, I'm him, men gotta send other men to get me And the men that they send, get hit up I dump the Calico and let off fifty in a
[Buc Fifty] Yeah, from the top. I don't think they know. But as if you didnt know by now: L Brothers, Swollen Members, Buc Fifty, T to Be Fam. It never
you bitches and Snitches get ditches when my triple finga itches it's vicious for some reason im Still in that season all them other mothafuckas done left shmother motha fuckas To death other
snaps like a viper. im in to makin niggas quit the game split ya brain hit ya gang niggas dunno what happened look at the picture frame im fifty one fifty
overtime She was beggin' to be mine But my job was on the line Should I stay or should I go Or I just didn't know? I left fifty kids standin' in line
we gone grind I say we gone grind I say we gone grind (X2) I'm grinding y'all [Verse 1 - Birdman] Fuck it we going to get it homie Pop it and split it
I'm comin' from I get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin' son Hit and run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty
shinin' And the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's fine wine Concrete raps go to black With 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map Knew it's
more beats than Cristal's fine wine Concrete raps go to black with 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map Knew it's all good and all done what,
all ain't girl We pretty we hit hard we takin' over the world Reminisce we takin' you back to your school days Hand us the mic and we flip it fifty million
