tear them down and i'll show you a beauty that this good life never found wait who called this beautiful? do you feel welcome in the good life i don
Short, y'all niggaz know what's happening Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah I made a half a million in a week And every nigga on the street got a
'd be wealthy Can't forget my first day at school Got stabbed in the head with a pencil but it's cool Get my education, a job and a family, a good reputation
soul I keep washin' my hands try to come clean But the soaps like a brick of black coal And I try, I try I try to be good and pretty But a good girl is
is mine You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away 'Cause
mind the books Momma taught us early in life Everybody's gotta struggle sometime Bring back those simple times of yesterday When a man was a man And a friend was a
the walk by kicking sand in the dirt A friend to the strangers, a stranger to friends He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute
walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud My
' you the business and puttin' on a show You're a million dollar man, that ain't got no dough But you got a ho tickets, backstage to a show Sedated and
jealous because his skin is a curse but what's worse is if I put it in a verse y'all listen to some bullshit first We ain't natural born killas, we are a
by her new man in the MALL... wait a minute... think I'm gonna FALL... I have shot the president I'm queen of Brittain for a cent for fifty bucks I'll do a
a little motto Always sees me through "When you're good to Mama Mama's good to you". You might think l'd make your life a living hell, which is not true
loved in Brooklayn I handle mine just like a real nigga should If I do some time, homie I'm still all good Let me show what a thug bout born to die I
me But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause I'm a G 'cause I'm a motherfuckin P-I-M-P (50 Cent) It's G-Unit
something out there for me But I'ma flee my territory So I won't end up, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a
walking with a snub Cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin' in the club til' they coughin on the rug Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud My role
