The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do I'm in and out the night clubs, eighty deepĭark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hardĪ couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies There once was some niggas that tried to murk me Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt meīut I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no popo They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty had changedĪnd you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar Pray the shells I let off don't curse my kid They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive I'll have Doc removin fragments from your chest Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas Artista: G-Unit Letra de canción de música
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