head And I ain't sayin' much you could be one of the feds We stay connected, above the clouds We don't talk much but the movement speak loud, nigga Gotta
I got swag now, I got paper I'm rollin in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin in the dough, I'm caked up [50 Cent] I was
see me rhymin' Don't get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit Twist ya cap back, you got blood
inside of my head but don't know how To brainwash me to be a commercial clown Fuck that I see the way you were See the way you smirk I'm catching you
Silverback Orangutangs You can't stop the train Who wants some? Don't come unprepared I'll be there, but when I leave there Better be a household name
Cause success didn't come 'til I cut it all off Little girl with the press and curl Age eight I got a Jheri curl Thirteen and I got a relaxer I was a
I stop I got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the back Gator Boots with the pimped out Gucci suit Ain't got
be a dime I gotta meet her, don't take no shorts, I don't use Abbreviation, I don't even play the radio neither Only if I need to know the sports or the weather I
The things I do, girl Diamonds, I wear, dubs Bentley, I drive And the things I do When we're makin' love The things I do, girl Diamonds, I wear, dubs
you tough guys I seen it comin' soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do Came in with my style, so I fathered you I
every diamonds, every weapon in existance Terminator x, I'm a public enemy Born in the ghetto, Ferrari born in Italy Head of a family, like a Don, Sicily
reveal in time {Yes it will all reveal in time} (I know it'll reveal ) {So you don't have to worry You don't have to be afraid} {All you got to do
for us It'll all reveal in time Yes, it will all reveal in time So you don't have to worry You don't have to be afraid All you got to do is trust in
my bag And I got away smooth, 'cause I had the shit planned And ain't no bullshit get brung up That's what I gotta do if I wanna get paid 'Cause a nigga
Gimme mines right here, dark skin, curly hair Soul man, African-American I don't mind your kid starin at my dude, dancin to my tunes It don't matter
with my arms crossed, dyin to go And I won't shed tears, I'm respected here And you won't hear things you'd expect to hear I rejected fear; and I don't
some assistance as I manuver my long stroke I hope you don't think I'm payin'for it that's the wrong hope 'Cause I know you wanna be Z'Rollin over chrome
in me in the earth no air in my physical I don't need to dream I live another life when I sleep it's so deep I'ma spare you the visual Far from religious