I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
Man you claiming you the king of New York
What the f-ck wrong with you n-gga, step back
Hundred shots, aim straight at your snap cap
Everybody want the crown so I snatch that
You mad 'cause your daughter f-ck with me on spring break
Well, I'ma f-ck her till the springs break
I'm from the Compton slums, and that's how the West ride
I'm from the city where two of the best died
Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain, suicide
I'm from a windy city like Do or Die
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doin' right?
Ignore most requests for the feature
Unless it's getting played on the beach in Ibiza
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Yeah, '03, I went from quite filthy to filthy rich
50 Cent - My LifeTemperature risin', okay, let's go to the next level
Dance floor jam-packed, hot as a tea kettle
Go shawty, it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
And we gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a f-ck, it's not your birthday
Hey Em, you know you're my favorite white boy, right?
I owe you for this one
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go ahead, girl, don't you stop
Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot
God's the seamstress that tailor-fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain, I could spit at your dame
I've got an update; want me to restart now or wait?
Too late!
You left an open file, did not save for a while
Turn off and on, oh no, and now it's gone!
Do as you dictate; your actions taught me how to hate
Primate
You return and cry, log in and wonder why
Edge won't stop appearing on your desktop
You would be surprised
How many people also had this issue
In case you haven't realized
Search engines are a thing, too
You would be surprised
Try Google, Bing or Yahoo
Though it is not advised
To expect good finds on page two
If you're alone and you need a friend
Someone to make you forget your problems
Just come along, baby, take my hand
I'll be your lover tonight
If your love's gone away just like mine you feel like crying
Sing along maybe once maybe twice, let's try it together
Some sweet day no one knows he'll return and you'll be happy
Shout it sweet in a song, listen to your heart it is singin'
There's a boy in my mind and he knows I'm thinkin' of him
All my way to the day and the night the stars shine above me
He's been gone for some time but I know I truly love him
And I'm singing a song, hoping he'll be back when he hears it
Whoah! We're going to Ibiza
Whoah! Back to the island
Whoah! We're gonna have a party
Whoah! In the Mediterranean Sea
Wild, wild enough
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
The Vengabus is coming
And everybody's jumping
New York to San Fransisco
An intercity disco
The wheels of steel are turning
And traffic lights are burning
So if you like to party
Get on and move your body
There's a hundred and four days of summer vacation
And school comes along just to end it
So the annual problem for our generation
Is finding a good way to spend it
She's seen all the classics, she knows every line
Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, even Saint Elmo's Fire
She rocked out to Wham, not a big Limp Bizkit fan
Thought she'd get a hand on a member of Duran Duran
Since Bruce Springsteen, Madonna, way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie, and music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school, they tell her that she's uncool
'Cause she's still preoccupied with 19, 19, 1985
The whole damned world is just as obsessed
With who's the best dressed and who's having sex
Who's got the money, who gets the honeys
Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess
And you still don't have the right look
And you don't have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names and the trends
High school never ends
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
She's all I want and I've waited for so long
Stacy, can't you see you're just not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong but I'm in love with Stacy's mom
I almost got drunk at school at 14
Where I almost made out with the Homecoming Queen
Who almost went on to be Miss Texas
But lost to a slut with much bigger breasts
I almost dropped out to move to L.A
Where I was almost famous for almost a day
Since you went away
I bet you missed your exit
And drove right on through the Lone Star state
There's a seat for you at the rodeo
And I've got every slow dance saved
Besides the Mexican food sucks north of here anyway
It's stupid, contagious
To be broke and famous
Can someone please save us
From Punk Rock 101?
There's nothing wrong with Ohio
Except the snow and the rain
In deiner Brust, da schlägt ein Kämpferherz
Es gibt mir Kraft, wenn ich es schlagen hör'
Es läuft so viel auf dieser Welt verkehrt
Doch in deiner Brust, da schlägt ein Kämpferherz
You are my drug, you make my dreams come true
I would give my life for a pretty girl like you
Still makes me sick that your love is a lie
I wanna hate, so I keep you alive
We are young, we arе free
Sipping on booze on a sunny beach
We'rе alive, we believe
That summertime memories will never fade away
This is me following your footsteps
Trying to get access into the end
Is it you, the perfect moment after?
Or just yesterday again?
I've been searching, I've been waiting
For the best day of my life!
Can you feel me, can you safe me
On the best day of my life?
I wanna feel it day and night
My workout, my delight
You are the power of my life
I wanna pump it better
Celebrate new life when it come back around
The purpose is in the lessons we learnin' now
Sacrifice personal gain over everything
Just to see the next generation better than ours
20,000 likes, I don't give a shit
So put the middle fingers up
Cause you are making me sick
F-ck the money, f-ck the fame
Everything that you pretend
I will never be a part of what you represent
That man knew a lot, but not enough to keep me past them streets
My life is a plot, twisted from directions that I can't see
I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused
I see 'em daily buryin' they pain in chains and tattoos
I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody
One man standin' on two words, heal everybody
Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return
Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words
Nothin' to say
When everything gets in the way
Seems you cannot be replaced
And I'm the one who will stay
If you wanna love me
Try to get inside my brain
Experience is nothing compared to
The nights I'm always up so late
Watch your mouth and wash with soap
'Cause I just hate the way you spoke
Everybody's talking about
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, that-ism, ism ism ism
All we are saying is give peace a chance
It's a damn cold night
Tryin' to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new?
I don't know who you are, but I
I'm with you
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missin' you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missin' too
When you're gone, the words I need to hear
To always get me through the day
And make it okay
I miss you
