still turning I want to burn again I'm still turning I want to burn again I'm still turning I want to burn again I'm still turning I want to burn again
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And burn it down, and burn it down You swear to build, we swear to come and burn it down [Chorus] Weighing the cost of the love you make Measure again
nigga life When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed And here I go again, grabbin' my steel 'Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas
to get the cream From the teens I don't sling or slang no crack I'm known for bringin' in funky ass raps See those magazine crews and I'm a goner Dull
It's all political if my music is literal and I'm a criminal How the fuck can I raise a little girl? I couldn't I wouldn't be fit to You're full of shit
got yo' car for broads/ How could I be hatin' when ya'll are the fakest niggas I've ever saw/ Ya'll rollin' with snitches, I don't know no snitches/ I
flow, jump on, act like you know I called Jazzy Jeff on the phone I said, "I'm downstairs waitin', joka, come on" I told him there's this hot spot we gotta burn
burning cauldron to your angel face (angel face) I look at my boy as he sleeps An innocent facing the lions I wish there was some way I could talk
When you turn out the light I got to hand it to me Looks like it's me and you again tonight, Rosie. Well, I guess I might have known from the start she
so I'll always be A word-man Better than a birdman But I'll charge Won't get away W/out lodging a dollar Shall I say it again Aloud, you get the point
't see the skin So I think about my cell again and my friend Do you realize what kinda hell I'm in? And I got pills for the pain Deep down inside I got
over critical when Uncle get it on I'll burn your magazine, God'll intervene Can't front on this hip hop phenomenon from Queens, I'm I'm the G.O.A.T., I
sense Pete It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you
their soul to get the cream From the teens I don't sling or slang no crack I'm known for bringin in funky ass raps See those magazine crews and I'm a
Yo Yo Yo [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Some say i'm paranoid I say i'm careful about how I chose my friends Been to ICU once and I ain't going again First Z got
my skin So I think about my cell again And my friends do you realize what kind of hell I'm in Chorus: And I got the pills for the pain the pain (
intervene I think I've just gone insane I want to fight war with my bare fists I want to kill hate, do you get the gist' And I'm ****** off with pacifists