had a history of violence We had a history of violence We had a history of violence We had a history of violence We had a history What happened to our History All the good
the walk by kicking sand in the dirt A friend to the strangers, a stranger to friends He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute
be wealthy Can't forget my first day at school Got stabbed in the head with a pencil, but it's cool Get my education A job and a family, a good reputation
by her new man in the MALL... wait a minute... think I'm gonna FALL... I have shot the president I'm queen of Brittain for a cent for fifty bucks I'll do a
you can be found Gone without a doubt, lost and turned out Lost and turned out Lost, turned out Not a doubt What's it all about Lost, turned out Not a
walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud My
out, does that make me a quitter? In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today
about me But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P [50 Cent] its G-unit and the
the scientist mind You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life
popping that lip how high I tip, Tearing body fleshes off of the rip Like a lady when she having a fucking new born The doctor holla push, and her skin is torn a child is born
walking with a snub Cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin' in the club til' they coughin on the rug Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud My role
something out there for me But I'ma flee my territory So I won't end up, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a