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(feat. Nate Dogg) [50 Cent] New York City! You are now rapping...with 50 Cent You...
I went down to the drug store to check my head against the bright light...
Your traps are all baited your scales are all weighted but not resisting you would...
I called today to say my goodbyes Mistook your mood, i began to beg you...
nothing breeds more contempt for this world than memories now...
Go ahead and rise above, see how far you get...
I comprehend these laws with no particulars the trappings of...
Confusions born here every day, spinning circles upon my brain....
playing on the hate team shut out cut out of...
I just know its all gone wrong, feeling all the...
time for reward its been so hard just living here...
Waiting impatiently to put together the facts. Wishing for the...
tell you something clearly tell you something real but you...
Put me right through the ringer run around with eyes...