Young lips drink deeply on the bitter waters of hate Suspicion and despair Those lungs choked on the stale stench of poison and decay Oh Lord don't give
Young lips drink deeply on the bitter waters of hate Suspicion and despair Those lungs choked on the stale stench of poison and decay Oh Lord, don't give
the buzz It's the buzz It's the buzz I wish i was It's the buzz It's the buzz It's the most fuzz From a little shell at the bottom of the sea With the
message, get the message! SMS, get the message! [50 Cent - Verse 1] I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine I run from one time, f-ck a pig, ya dig
Mack truck that's stolen, guess what I'm holdin'? Ammo to bust my load still I'm easin' on down The yellow brick road Whatta ya know? A pig in a plain
nigga, nigga was dope Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy? Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
you've had your last beer You laughed at family and laughed at your little wife She begged you not to go out to that bar As I feed off a dead pig, I
kickdrum And I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin' Black crow, 16 shells from a 30-6 Whittle you into kindlin' Black crow, 16 shells
Dance for me just one more time before ya hibernate And ya come out a crab cake" And hey there little snapping turtle, snapping at a shell Oh, there'
remote and soak Pull up, jump out, and then I strut for em And if anybody got problems, I'ma cut for em In this atmosphere now you can disappear smoke thick Shells
remote and soak Pull up, jump out, and then I strut for em And if anybody got problems, i'ma cut for em In this atmosphere now you can disappear smoke thick Shells
me strong to look up that glass So why should I try? Act like I'm a little pissed off With all that shit that needs to stay back in the shell Your fuck
it sorted out ......and nobody likes you. Why don't you do us all a favour and bog off back to Xanadu in Ireland. 2. You hang around with camera crews in shell
's the gangster, all motherfuckers envy Leave all semi I tote, clips empty Foes tempt me, I'm seein' no penitentiary Crime scene clean, shells, no prints
, Tray Deee, Daz, and CJ Mac Real riders... real riders, do real things Real riders, do real things Ha ha, yeah, thought you knew She sells, sea shells
soaking wet I gagged her mouth with a whole box of kotex After I fucked her check out what I did Slit her fucking stomach and watched her squeal like a pig
Four little pigs Ima bout to peel ur cap To mutch talkin shit Got you shoved up in the back seet The time? TIme to make a ham sandwich Lil pig aint
stomp out your campfire, liar, retire 'Cause none of these homefries here is Oreida The Wiggy-Wig get the big bread known to break 'em like a twig Gimme beef 'cause I don't eat pig
