about 5.4 I be right back, I'm finna go get dressed Tell tha nigga to gas up tha jet [Chorus: T.I.] I stay on my grind cause that come first If he get
, no play, no rest for the wicked, I wanna push the UK to the limit, Dont wanna see good players on the sidline, that i am top, strike at the right time Fly
at the light, it's like a Saturday night in Las Vegas Yup, I'ma boss playa 'cause I say I is I chase this money 24 hours everyday out here Gotta get
team Come on boys, come on boys, come on! The way we play tonight is what we leave behind It all comes down to right now, it's up to us So what are
Lu Kang Nigga Got that Sub Zero Flow how you want me ma? Nigga get over here like Scor-pi-on And, When it comes down to this recordin', Im must be LeBron
[50 Cent] N-gga we not playing zero tolerance for that fake sh-t get shot playing, that's how we on it yeah its rap til we start spraying when you see
the heart and playin' my part All this illuminati talk, like my first hit single wasnt 'Jesus Walks' For many years, these aint rhymes these is muthaf-cking tears They playin
That's why I stay so gone playa F*** *****in up the ozone laya I drop a hit everytime I got some s*** to say, and if I miss I come back like a richochet
groove? Can you dig it? Tell me, can you dig it? Tell me, can you? Come on now, come on now Come on, come on, come on Come on Come on, all right Come on fly
Come here sister .Papa's in the swing He ain't too hip about that new breed babe He ain't no drag Papa's got a brand new bag Come here mama and dig this
Come here sister, papa's in the swing He ain't too hip about that new breed babe He ain't no drag, papa's got a brand new bag Come here mama and dig
in the Bottle (ooooh) No S.O.S. just it may shock ya Yeah Here's My Message in the Bottle (ooooh) Love where im at don't wanna come home Yeah Here's
puppy on a leash Time to come back home I done let 'chu out to play But 'chu ain't playin' fair You done messy little stray Bringin' fleas 'round here
I say I'm your girl but I'm like your man No matter if it's sweet talk or street talk I'm right here by your side and soon you'll come to see How it
punk forever, to more terror forever Yeah, streets is ours, come on, now I mean It ain't never gonna stop, search, Raul, J.P. fa' ev'r come on
a northern town Sell your fear and leave me standing here With no souvenirs Once, twice, I thought it might be nice To come into your kitchen and play