Uh, uh, yeah Ay, I'm focused now, they notice now Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down But you ain't got to worry 'cause we run this town
I'm one night standing My joy ride has just begun Girl, I'm the one that can get the job done And not fall victim to the hit and run I'm one night standing
Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped You get clapped n**** Front on me and get clapped Front on him and
Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup Semi in the cut, yup, a very nice truck, yup I'm all iced up, yup, pocket k***** up, yup I knock your wife
So you say you a gangsta, right? Are you really a rider, yeah? You don't take shit from no one, no And got your mind on your muthafuckin' dough, let's
is stolen Hey ah na na Stolen Hey ah na na Arrogance is potent Hey ah na na Potent, yeah What I see is unreal I've written my own part Eat of the apple
I'm on parole, I used to be on proba-a-ation I'm with my gun I get full copora-a-ation I tell you, "Take it off", no hesita-a-a-ation Nigga you play around
Swing your head into motion Raise your arms to the sky Watch the clouds roll on by Enemies of wasted time Demolish everything Lose yourself and follow
talkin' Hell I'm just another guy If it were up to me I'd say just leave me be Why let one bad apple Spoil the whole damn bunch Why let one bad apple
you gave it all away unable to say all you wanna say Look at you now - turned our to be face of misery Look at you now a rottin apple's all I see.
you gave it all away unable to say all you wanna say Look at you now - turned our to be Face of misery Look at you now a rottin Apple's all I see.
Hell I'm just another guy If it were up to me I'd say just leave me be Why let one bad apple Spoil the whole damn bunch Why let that one bad apple Spoil
Confidence is broken Broken Sustenance is stolen Stolen Arrogance is potent What I see is unreal I've written my own part Eat of the apple, so young
free. I wanna be southern rotten apple pie I gotta make you bounce cause you know it's do or die. I wanna be southern rotten apple pie I gotta make you
(50 Cent) I'm on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation I'm with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation I tell you "take it off" no hesitaaaaaation Nigga you
(feat. 50 Cent) Yea Haha niggas its 2006 and im back in this bitch G-Unit [50 chorus] When i come through im comfortable 49's 45's a pump or two We
[Chorus:] "The Rotten Apple" made me like this I don't give a fuck I shoot a nigga down and cut a nigga up New York made me this way; I'm all about a