The snipers are passed out In the bushes again I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned Before the riots started 'Cause there's only rehashed faces On the
until these playa hatin' niggas body rott Body rott, body rott Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfuckin' cops body rott Body rott, body rott
G-Unit Uh, a one two, a one two Uh, a one two, a one two Yeah Uh, a one two, a one two Excuse me miss, you must be some kind of a model Enough to make
When I was a little girl my father used to say "If trouble ever troubles you just dream your cares away" A dream is a wish your heart makes When you'
Woke up this mornin' With an awful achin' head. Woke up this mornin' With an awful achin' head. My new man left me. I'm just a bloom in an empty bed.
Stop me if you've heard this one I feel as though we've met before Perhaps I'm mistaken But it's just that I remind you Of someone you used to care about
Hold me close and hold me fast This magic spell you cast This is la vie en rose When you kiss me, heaven shys And though I close my eyes I see la vie
I've got some records here To put you in the mood. The phone is off the hook So no one can intrude. I feel romantic And the record changes automatic,
Bobby's driving through the city tonight, Through the lights in a hot new rent-a-car. He joins the lovers in his heavy machine. It's a scene down on sunset
I read that it's all black and white Ooh, the spectrum made a shade I like Ooh, those crimson rays of ruby bright Ah! The technicolor light Red! Red!
There is a land I know where lovers go And flowers grow forever more Where time is standing still and lovers fill The quiet places by the shore We will
Daybreak How can I ever leave this place beside you? You were the only one I ever cried to The night is through Now it's heartache I got to get home
When I am a flyer, I'll fly down to miami, Get a room in one of those big resort hotels. And nobody there will ever get to know me well. And nobody there
You give your hand to me Then you say "Hello" And I can hardly speak My heart is beating so And anyone can tell You think you know me well But you don
Nodding though, the lamp's lit low, nod for passers underground To and fro, she's darning and the land is weeping red and pale Weeping yarn from Algiers
Yeah, G-Unit Yeah, ey, ey I think I gotta' have it And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet I'm goin' with this kinda music Puts me right back on the
Yeah, uh, yeah I like the way that sound Now Check, n**** ya feelin' like a frog in a jump One weed will bring you from the bottom the trunk From the
Money, money, money, money Cake I need the cake nigga The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack Spida got the