don't know me then pardon my shyness I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to I play my music
Boom That LaLaLa go Boom Boom Boom That LaLaLa go Boom Boom Boom That LaLaLa {Uh!} That LaLaLa {Uh!} That LaLaLa go Boom Main nigga I trash homes *call him may nigga (?) I
I'm inhaling? Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard? Why am I walking, where am I running? What am I saying, what am I knowing? On this guitar
robbery Know that I'm armed properly, whenever the arm's rocky You can go on clockin' me, ain't nuttin' gon' stop me High as Allah I be, movin' in peace but I
or get shot the fuck up Go 'head call the cops, get shot the fuck up [Verse-50 Cent] Call me crazy, 'cause i'll show a nigga no mercy everyother day i
, baby, I can't tell you why I can't tell you why No,no, baby, I can't tell you why I can't tell you why I can't tell you why New York Minute
I'm armed properly, whenever the arm's rocky You can go on clockin' me, ain't nuttin' gon' stop me High as Allah I be, movin' in peace but I Move with
, "You got it. Now deal!." I ask him for aces, he types out "you wish." He asks me for sevens. I type out "You wish!" "Jacks?" "Sorry." "Queens?" "No
fuck up, roll up like tropical kid Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid Just chill man On the real let's go get this money fast son I know
go to da gutter My touch is as light as a butter-a cup I take-a da pains, I learn-a da art I use-a da brains, I give-a da heart I have-a da grace, I win
thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict I rap like I'm addicted to smack, Like I'm Kim Mathers But I don't wanna go forth and back in constant
pretty tell me you your name Is it out of line if I was to be bold and say "Would you be mine"? Because I may be a beggar and you maybe the queen I know I
kid Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid Just chill man [Raekwon] On the real let's go get this money fast Son I know how we gotta do this kid
I'm armed properly, whenever the arm's rocky You can go on clockin me, ain't nuttin gon' stop me High as Allah I be, movin in peace but I move with the
I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I
selves. Of course I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the same
Boys give me that dough cause i send them loco I look good enough to eat and all these bitchs want to be me, ha I hit the floor (I hit the floor) Yeah