Lirieke:
Fifty On Red

crossed the line Beyond a joke Every single fucking word Gone up in smoke Never sure who you're meant to be Your identity is dying on your feet Dead on

: Instead of forming opinions of your own Just walk the line, another mindless clone People like you bring out the worst in me You're your own worst

: Down but not out Mistakes - so many made Do you see the error in your ways? Take a step back, swallow your pride You fucked this up, now pay the price

: I know exactly how this should start I'm counting the days until you fall apart I remember when this meant so much more When did it become such a fucking

: Your potential faded so fast No future here you're already part of the past The facade wont last, losing your grip Harder you try, further you slip

probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with Diddy Red bone

I got money to burn While the Gap Band play She dropped the bomb on me It's up and down And up and down Gracefully Rick James would have said she a brick house Or Fifty

? The Gun Runners like what? And KNS like what? And Uptown like what? Shaolin, play, play on Strong Isle, play, play on and a Mt. Vern, play play on And Yonkers, play play on

game, pushin' on the corner Twenty cent cook up, fifty flippers if you want 'em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin' marijuana Cops rollin' up on