nothin' changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga, but I will If I got to kill If niggas
ya ass now! Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah niggas'll flip! Six?, let it off at your will Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz! D's know about
and angry [50 cent] Look look, I've come from a different crew You fuck with me, I'll get to you A clip or two, I'll cripple you 'cause I ain't got
nothing changed still holly at my homiest. Oooo And when I hit the block I still will kill. And i don?t want to, nigger but i will if i got to kill If
clear off, Smirnoff and Henn dogg I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog Nobody told you that I'm loco essay? I lack every sane chemical in my membrane I
Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and indo I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog Nobody told you that I'm loco, esse? I lack every sane chemical in my membrane I
wont shut up will you? Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe me I'm promoting you right now Yo lets put the nail in his coffin [Chorus] I dont want
The hawk I'll stab it in your back I'll blow your brains, I know your name And where you rest, I'll make a mess The hollow tips'll hit ya chest You cough
.I. Joe BIA BIA, MIA-MIA you livin la vida a loc? i'm a psyhco, mariah aint got shit on me when i retire i'll be spittin baby food on peep- le it at San
G.I. Joe BIA BIA, MIA-MIA you livin la vida a loc? i'm a psyhco, mariah aint got shit on me when i retire i'll be spittin baby food on peep- le it at
a G.I. Joe Bia Bia, mia mio a vida loco I'm a pyscho Mariah ain't got shit on me When I retire I'll be spittin baby food on people A tent siged on her
down on tv(i will do it myself) and i brought the whole unit with me, but they already know how i be(i will do it myself) [50 Cent talking..]
moss i stay strapped like car seats been bangin since my lil nigga rob got killed for his barkleys thats ten years i told pooh in '95 i'll kill you if
Told Banks when I met'em I'm a ride And if I gotta die, rather homicide I ain't had 50 cent when ma grand-mama died Now I'm going back to Cali with
nuittin funny mangg I'm about my money mangg Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn Better understan what I'm sayin, What I'm sayin, I aint playin I'll
{*set to B.I.G.'s "The World is Filled..." instrumental*} [50 Cent] Yeah... 50 Cent, uh-huh Governor, G-G-G-G-G-Unit~! She ain't that chick from the
[Chorus: 50 Cent] Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me feel like my emotions are froze i stay "G'd Up", its tha things tha i dun seen and
