Represent your country, man Ignore the blood on your hands The model American Toby Keith won't you think for a while It's hard and I know it's not your
the choice, they don't even hear your voice But governments can't fight what's inside What's inside? Show some signs of life And come down and put your heart
But the truth makes you a liar So theres just one thing Ill require Let go of the runaway sentimentality Real love in your heart is a weapon Real love
to lie, we both know you'll be going Feels like I'm out there The fragrance of your wet hair I've been around this town with you a time or two, dear
Fuck you think they call us G Unit for Cause we move units uhha Don't think we ain't billin you for this motherfucking studio time A matter a fact keep call it a
Mariah When I walk down the streets niggaz squeak their tires Got every club promoter passin' me flyers I'm in there V.I.P. a sure night With a bottle
of a rifle bolt And found himself peering down the muzzle Of a weapon held by a drunken liquor store owner "there's a conflict," he said, "there's a
heard the snick of a rifle bolt And found himself peering down the muzzle Of a weapon held by a drunken liquor store owner "There's a conflict," he said, "there's a
a homicide fetish Compose a symphony the first day life entered me No doctor was needed I performed a self delivery My raps should be in a castle inhabited lavishly With every
hear 'Slander come' from anyone's tongue In a hundred years old it's still considered young [Chorus:] In a perfect world (there would be no pain) In a
eyes entranced and how you fly so high in seconds make me wanna try your weapon shoot shots, bang, bang, like a Wesson Teach me a lesson, I ride a beat
for classical rap Gettin' opinions on what it's like to try and be a man if you're black I feel like every album's lackin' a track Positive, peace, purpose
the middle of a cell Fuckin with me cause I'm a teenager with a little bit of gold and a pager Searchin my car, lookin for the product Thinkin every nigga
