be Girl, all I really want is you down on me, put it down on me Systems thumping, party jumping, shorty, she's a perfect 10 She rock her hips, then roll her hips, then drop
I'll strung a nigga all day to my dear play You won't be comin' back I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop My bloody mask revealin' Jason
I'll strung a nigga all day to my dear play you won't be comin' back I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop My bloody mask revealin' Jason
love's my dope and dead presidents Sound crazy? Well it isn't The ends justifies the means, that's the system I learned that in school then I dropped
up, I'm all turnt up [50 Cent - Verse 2] Its on now, 'cause these b-tches gyrating We strapped right, cause n-ggas be violatin' Party poppin' she goin' drop it she aint stoppin' Sittin' watchin' system
by the sound Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me (Everybody in the club) Hey Mr. DJ, come burn this place right down to the ground Oh, my body's aching, system
Break me in unison outside, right through the lens My mother cried 'cuz she knew that I was only true to sin (Yow) Celebrate my passing with gun shots and systems
in the one drop; And we'll still find time to rap; We're makin' the one stop, The generation gap; Now feel this drumbeat As it beats within, Playin' a riddim, Resisting against the system
different crew You fuck with me, I'll get to you A clip or two, I'll cripple you 'cause I ain't got shit to do Pistol poppin, a pussy drop Drama never
gotta survive, no matter the pain Nigga be hurting, life'll be hurting But nigga for certain, this is the game Man don't let them win, never let the system
give a fuck (Scandalous) Runnin' up in that black mask, niggas if you got cash Drop it off in that bag and make craps fast Destroyin' the system, make
a life with no outlets Rap or ball playin to survive Devils in disguise in the fact that a nigga's broke Makes him more prone to drop out of school and
me inside a casket, you dirty bastards Until the day I die, you catch a nigga high on weed The police can?t find me My shit will drop and I?ll sell five
The 22 years I been here, I saw Motherfuckers disrespect God before they disrespect the law But yo, I gots to diss 'em 'Cause I refuse to be mislead by this ungodly system
You ain't gotta drive up and sit behind a table You ain't gotta drop money if you ain't able Send a kite I promise I'll write with a kite You ain't gotta
box, thats all no davinci codes and twilight stubs don't take this wrong, but i'll let you taste the blood so fitting, the sound in my system, makes
get angry, we sing our song we all sing A global terror they say, we are at war But I ain't got time for that 'cause These bills keep dropping through
