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please be gone, I can't carry on
Is it witchcraft playing tricks all the time

I keep you warm in the cold
I'll be your someone to hold
I'll never try

(SpiffoMadeIt) Ho

I remember when my teacher said that I won't be shit
Now I'm rich, I can't wait 'til I see that stupid bitch (racks)
Got these

city, I'm some' like the mayor
We got cash in that bag by the Lizzo's
I've been stacking this shit up like layers
I'm just living it up got codeine in

showing, way the shits goin', so now we Range Rov'in'
With the waves blowing, stay holding, bitches in the back whispering
Now I'm listening
Bitch, this

him in two, but the trick is on you
I'm already split in two,
How do you think I'm spitting, two times as quick as you
I paid my dues, got a hit list

Montreal I was born
Brockton showed me how to get by
Now I'm connected like WiFi
T-Mobile got me on stateside
Can't score if you don't take shots
I hit em

were coming to my shows
I'm from Montreal, so you know the flows cold
So so cold
Now I'm on my grind and they told me that I sold
Sold sold sold
Remember

high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues
Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise
"Are you my pimp?"
Oh dear God don't

I'm lost
Baby cause I'm lost
I'm lost in translation

You remind me of the fall, probably 6 feet tall
Ain't got no protocol, can't blame the alcohol

I’m on that album shit, bitch
Got my nigga Philthy up in this motherfucker
(Got my nigga Philthy up in here) what up?
(What up?) j Stalin
Chill shit

a snake in my
Attends attends attends
Okay never mind I got it
In Montreal, I Milly Rock (fiou)
2b hide it in his sock (damn)
It's twelve o'clock (huh?)

P.I.M.P.

50 Cent

Get Rich or Die Tryin' [Bonus DVD]

2003

ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my

I'm in Hollywood came from Kingston Food
Shorties standing in the streets with tools
Where I'm from we don't play no games
Ain't no April fools, you

Red

Povi

Life in Volcanoes

1999

flying
With the stillness in my mind
Will I be sad with what I find

Will I be sad with what I find
I'm the one inch punch
I'm the power you have

purse
Mama, sorry for times you was cryin' and hurtin'
Wanna crib in Morocco or a trip to the Turks
And I'm cryin' to God, but I know I ain't perfect
I be

The world can't tame me
Many people gonna blame me
For their problems
Never figure out by they self
I always solve 'em
If I don't involve 'em
They claim I'm

Bloody Sunday
Sweltering inside my bedroom
Can't get my head straight
I'm still looking in my rear view mirror
Watching people passing me by
Am I

who has their act together is
Criticising you in cruel ways
But you are getting criticized in cruel ways
You're being judged not by good people you're

tryna go and smoke a blunt by Windmill
Lake
What does it take?
I keep it so real but everybody so fake
So much hate in this world, i do not partake
I been

(I'm cobra on god)
(Got you boo'd up)
Baby got u boo'd you my new boo
Said she never had designer imma show you
They say imma trick they mad cause it

(Fuck my life up I want you to end me)
(Don't got shit, bitch I'm nothing to envy)
(Don't pull tricks got your bitch in the MV)
(Hate my guts, but

I'm just tryin' to maintain
I'm just tryin' to maintain

To everybody tryin' to maintain
And keep they name out the main frame
Yeah, we all in

it's a feeling
I can't explain
Some shit I don't did in the pass Seeming to not go away
Mind stuck in the pass
Playin tricks like mind games

I'm barely

of the dead
I've never
Felt so damned alone
Than being trapped with my thoughts in the catacombs
I'm still haunted by the shadows (by the shadows)
I'm still