or me And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut If we kill a wack crew or two so what We just rock it We just rock it DJ Jeff Break 2 On each occasion that
u wont be thinkn bought another boy uh uh u wont be thinkn bought another toy aye i think im bought to buy another toy yeah ima put choopers on that thirty five percent
love us you hate it G-UNIT made it And Obies comin, D twizzis comin, ya sick to ya stomach 50 percent of it is 50 Cent the other 50 percent of it's whose
t say nothing unless you talkin' bizness 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go) 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent
bundled up and waved, and he'd saved those waves, and he'd count them. He'd count them, cos he loved counting things. 3 french hens, 2 turtles doves,
Man! Motherfuckers always be comin up to me, you know Askin me how come I dont kick no rhymes for the struggle Or no conscience, revolutionary raps man... [Verse 2
me You bleed just like us Was a song I did, bumped on blocks and beaches with beat in my trunk [Chorus: S-Dog, Knoc] [S-Dog] Night and day [Knoc] Where 80 percent
moon blocking the sun my metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch like an escape tunnel in prison I started from scratch and now these parasites wanna percent
baby born addicted to crack And since life is a gamble like the craps tables at Vegas I freestyle my destiny, it's not written in pages [Verse 2] I
's and's or but's, bottom line That's why I'm on a mission, to keep the paper flipping I got's to get a house, before I start wood gripping [Mike Jones] Ninety percent grinding, ten percent
riding (Crack) Ride around with the 2 shooter ain't gone help ya Playing round with the 50 shooter scalp you like a scalper 10 percent gone help ya, 90 percent
in the game So let us toast to the ones in memory of All the ??? jams we remember we love We remember we thugs, ???, Crips and Bloods Latin Kings, Five Percenters
make this world go 'round AZ: I pleed innocent, the love for my freedom is infinite Thoughts was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal 10 percent
the bitch you love, kiss her and go down and lick her Hundred percent, real and with what I represent There's no his tell but ends, if I hailed for ten Hundred percent
harder than a bitch, he don't blame you nigga Who could blame you nigga, you doing the damn thang Staying true to the game, you deserve to swang [Hook] Behind that five percent
fan Every time I hear "Hey dude I love your band!" We ain't a band bitch, we don't play instruments So why he getting 90 and we only get 10 percent And
your grill and get killed By a nigga named Big Phil, tote a big steel Give a damn if my record never sells, I'm the shit still [Chorus - 2X] [Paul Wall
you see me with on [riley] mmm [kane] smooth, you knowhati'msayin? you know why? [riley] why kane? [kane] cause I get the job done Chorus: repeat 2