a raddish) Look at my life, look at my guys, look at my fame (Look at my fame) Look at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my cane (Look at my cane) [
'll get you Drew Gooden But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron footin' Can't guard me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden Garbage? Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris Farley So like him, you
on first, you know? Like I know . . . FZ: Beat him while you're talking. Phyllis: You know like . . . I tell you something. I hope it's not getting your
, ?if you have a short while i can give you all the information that is here inside his file i see that at the age of twelve he had finally learned
?s of his son ?to do unto others, as you would have others do unto you? then the lord smiled at his angel and said, ?you have done more than your task
cop And we ain't killin Jonny, no Nigga give em an ass shot Put him on injured reserve Tie my number twelves up and then I give him the bird, word That
is unknown, busting you bitches dome Pistol packing that chrome, look at them niggas running home I make moves with Reginelli, Pheno, and Gotti You getting
that! Run! Cops got, guns! They givin' out life like bird tons Run! If you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip So, run
They givin' out life like by the tons Run! If you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches
past her We "50 Playaz Deep" in this bitch, like Drunken Master How long you think them fine days was really gonna last for? We slow and slum, you young
adrenaline tastes good I could read stuff like books 'Cause I made something of my life I tried to get by on looks, But it looks I'm closing my eyes All you
m like "Hey, you can't have that" "That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me" And he's like "Tough" And I'm like "Give it" And he's like "Make me"
that! Run! Cops got, guns! They givin' out life like bird tons Run! If you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip So, run!