Prince poetry: Yo, yo, yo, yo pharoahe Pharoahe monch: Right, right Prince poetry: Brotha why...
(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...
In a dream it would seem I went to those who close the open door...
nothing breeds more contempt for this world than memories now...
playing on the hate team shut out cut out of...
I comprehend these laws with no particulars the trappings of...
Confusions born here every day, spinning circles upon my brain....
I just know its all gone wrong, feeling all the...
Go ahead and rise above, see how far you get...
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...