Get Rich Or Die Tryin'

G-Unit (What)

We in here (What)

We can get the drama popping

We don't care (What, what, what)

It's going down (What)

'Cause I'm around (What)

50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Cuz? (What)

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Gangstaaa?

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Cuz? (What)

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Gangstaaa?

They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest

Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest

I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court

But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport

Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya

You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya

I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.

I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise

Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me

I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies

Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)

D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid

This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it

Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard

I'm on the next level, bright ring bigot bezzle

Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what)

What up, Cuz? (What)

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Gangstaaa?

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Cuz? (What)

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Gangstaaa?

We don't play that

We don't play that

We don't play that (G-Unit)

We don't play around

I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder

When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?

When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder

In December I'll make your block feel like summer

The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine

Every chick I fuck with is a dime

I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own

Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone

Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya

I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches

Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us

Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Cuz? (What)

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Gangstaaa?

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Cuz? (What)

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Gangstaaa?

We don't play that

We don't play that

We don't play that (G-Unit)

We don't play around

We don't play that

We don't play that

We don't play that (G-Unit)

We don't play around

We don't play that

We don't play that

We don't play that (G-Unit)

We don't play around

We don't play that

We don't play that

We don't play that (G-Unit)

We don't play around

Damn, you gotta go get somethin' to eat, man

I'm hungrier than a motherfucker, man

Ayo, man

Damn, what's takin' homie so long, son?

50, calm down, man, he coming

Ah (Oh, what the fuck?)

Ah, son, pull off, pull off

Many men wish death upon me

Blood in my eye, dog, and I can't see

I'm tryin' to be what I'm destined to be

And niggas tryin' to take my life away (Come on)

I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' with me

My back on the wall, now you gon' see

Better watch how you talk when you talk about me

'Cause I'll come and take your life away

Many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon me

Lord, I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Now man, these pussy niggas puttin' money on my head

Go on and get your refund, motherfucker, I ain't dead

I'm the diamond in the dirt that ain't been found

I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned

When I rhyme, somethin' special happened every time

I'm the greatest, somethin' like Ali in his prime

I walk the block with the bundles, I've been knocked on the humble

Swing the ox when I rumble, show your ass what my gun do

Got a temper, nigga, go 'head, lose your head

Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs

I walk around, gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder

'Til I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

Many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon me

Lord, I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon me

Sunny days wouldn't be special if it wasn't for rain

Joy wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain

Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard

It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred

This is for my niggas on the block twistin' trees in cigars

For the niggas on lock doin' life behind bars

I don't say, "Only God can judge me," 'cause I see things clear

Crooked-ass crackers will give my Black ass a hundred years

I'm like Paulie in GoodFellas, you can call me the Don

Like Malcolm by any means with my gun in my palm

Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me

I thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie? (Homie)

Many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon me

Lord, I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon me

Every night I talk to God, but he don't say nothin' back

I know he protectin' me, but I still stay with my gat

In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin' TECs on me

Psychic says some bitch done put a hex on me

The feds didn't know much when Pac got shot

I got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked

I ain't gon' spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time

Are you illiterate, nigga? You can't read between the lines?

In the Bible, it says what goes around, comes around

Hommo shot me, three weeks later he got shot down

Now it's clear that I'm here for a real reason

'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fuckin' breathin'

Many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon me

Lord, I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon me

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, shorty

It's your birthday

We gon' party like it's your birthday

We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday

And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday

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 getting rubbed

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 getting rubbed

When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs

When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club

Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love

When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck

But, homie, ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up

I see Xzibit in the cut, that nigga roll that weed up

If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp

Been hit wit' a few shells, but I don't walk wit' a limp (I'm ight)

In the hood, in L.A., they saying "50 you hot"

They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac

But holla, in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco

And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold

I'm full of focused man, my money on my mind

I got a mill' out the deal and I'm still on the grind

Now shorty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow

Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

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 getting rubbed

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 getting rubbed

My flow, my show brought me the dough

That bought me all my fancy things

My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels

Look, nigga, I done came up and I ain't change

And you should love it, way more then you hate it

Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it

I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life

You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back, right?

When my jaws get to bumpin' in the club it's on

I wink my eye at you, bitch, if she smiles she gone

If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn

If the talk ain't 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned

I'm a tell you what Banks told me, "Cuz, go 'head switch the style up

If the niggas hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up"

Or we can go upside your head wit' a bottle of bub'

They know where we fuckin' be

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 getting rubbed

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 getting rubbed

Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither, nigga

We in the club all the time, nigga, so pop, pop off, nigga

G-Unit

Hey, you wanna hit this shit?

It's that green tongue, Cali bud

I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris

Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit

Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)

I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)

Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate

Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit

And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit)

I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)

Every time I roll up, niggas holla "roll up"

Then I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting money

You ain't smoking in my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos

Smoking on indo, high as a motherfucker

I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat

Only if you got beef, man, you better holla at me

Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up

Every time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood

I shoot the dice, I holla get 'em girls, Daddy need new shoes

Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22's (yeah)

Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone

Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone

2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny (yeah)

The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis (wooh)

They was just harassing me 'cause they know who I was

Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud

I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris

Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit

Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)

I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)

Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate

Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit

And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit)

I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)

Now if you heard I done started some shit

It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)

And if you heard I done let off a clip

It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)

But I twist that la, la, la, la

I get high as I wanna, nigga

Go against me, for sure, you's a goner, nigga

I don't smoke to calm my nerves, but I got beef

Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish

If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me, man

I hate to be in the pen for clapping one of my fan

Now let me show you how to greet me

When you meet me, when you see me

If you real, my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!"

There's no competition, it's just me

50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets

If David could go against Goliath with a stone

I could go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne

I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris

Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit

Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)

I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)

Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate

Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit

And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit)

I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)

Now, who you know besides me

Who write lines and squeeze nines

And have hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines?

You don't want me to be your kid's role model

I'll teach them how to buck them .380s and load up them hollows (yeah)

Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot

Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his boot (han, han)

Sit in the crib sipping Guinness watching Menace, then oh Lord

Have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog (wooh)

My team, they depend on me when it's crunch time

I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime

You feeling brave, nigga? Go ahead, get gully

See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully

I don't made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me

Now niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck your money

I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing good

I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood

I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris

Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit

Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)

I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)

Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate

Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit

And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit)

I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)

G-Unit, are you ready?

G-Unit, are you ready?

G-Unit, are you ready?

Nigga, ready or not

Here I come, come, come

G-Unit, UTP

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP

G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent

Get 'em Buck, man (rrr, hoo!)

50 Cent, that's my name, man, I ain't fucking playing

I move on you with that Mac, mane (Mac, mane)

Come off that watch and chain 'fore I blow out your brains

Shells hit your chest, go out your back, mane (back, mane)

See me I put in work, man, I been doing dirt for so long

Them niggas get laid out (laid out)

Niggas run through my crib to holla at the kid

That's when I start bringing them thangs out (thangs out)

Then we go through the strip hanging up out the whip

Dumping clips off at they whole clique, mane (clique, mane)

When witnesses around they know how we get down

So, when the cops come they ain't see shit, mane (shit, mane)

My soldiers slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain

Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)

I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit that's the gang

Come through here stunting you'll get popped at (popped at)

I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped

Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though

I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks

Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me though

I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped

Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though

I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks

Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me though

I came in this game knowing niggas gon' hate me

Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rider (a rider)

I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you, mane

I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (find ya)

When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up

You niggas can't run 'cause I'm behind ya (behind ya)

Me and Chili in your city with a couple nine-milli's

You better stay in line, bro (in line, bro)

'Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it

I love the sound of gunfire, bro (gunfire, bro)

Right now we smacking 'em with platinum and they hate it

'Cause we made it, that's what we keep that iron for (that iron for)

I represent it 'cause I'm in it

UTP until I'm finished, Juvenile, they can't stop us (they can't stop us)

And I admit it, I live it

I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfucking chopper (baow)

I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped

Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though

I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks

Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me though

I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped

Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though

I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks

Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me though

My 20-inches spinning, you always see me grinning

And you hear niggas call me grimy (grimy)

They hit me with them bricks and I ain't pay 'em shit

I'm outta town, they can't find me (find me)

When I come back around, man, I'ma back 'em down

I run up busting that TEC, mane (TEC, mane)

If you ain't got a gun and you can't fucking run

My advice is you hit the deck, mane (deck, mane)

But if you get away and come back another day

My soldiers'll leave you wet, mane (wet, mane)

'Cause we know where you be and we know where you stay

And we'll come checking through your set, mane (set, mane)

Man, you heard what I said, now get it in your head

I ain't paying no fucking debt, mane (debt, mane)

'Cause you's a middle man, what you don't understand?

You's a fucking fake-ass connect, mane (connect, mane)

I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped

Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though

I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks

Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me though

I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped

Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though

I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks

Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me though

Yeah, G-G-G-G-G-Unit! G-Unit!

Haha...

It's easy to see when you look at me

If you look closely

50 don't back down

Everywhere I go both coast with toast

Eastside... Westside

I hold that mack down

Every little nigga you see around me

Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold shaq down

Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G

You ask about me

The young boy don't back down!

Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid

Must decease existin

Look nigga... now listen

Yo mami... yo papi... that bitch you chasin

Ya little dirty ass kids

I'll fuckin erase them

Your succes is not enough

You wanna be hard

Knowing that... if you get knocked

You get fucked in the yard

Youza pop-tart sweetheart

You soft in the middle

I eat ya for breakfast

The watch was an exchange for your necklace

And your boss is a bitch

If he could he would

Sell his soul for cheap

Trade like to be Suge

You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood

Maybe I'm so disrespectful cuz to me you're a mystery

I know niggas from your hood

You have no history

Never poked nothing

Never popped nothing

Nigga stop frontin

Jay put you on

X made you hot

Now you run around like you some big shot

Ha, ha pussy...

It's easy to see when you look at me

If you look closely

50 don't back down

Everywhere I go both coast with toast

Eastside... Westside

I hold that mack down

Every little nigga you see around me

Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold shaq down

Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G

You ask about me

The young boy don't back down.

"This rap shit is all fucked up now

What are we gonna do now?

How we gonna eat man?

50 back around"

That's Ja's little punk ass thinking out loud

Southside till I die

That's just how I get down

I'm back in the game shorty

To rule and conquer!

You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster

I'm the hardest from New York

My flow is bonkers

All the other hard niggas

They come from Yonkers

It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background

You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah's and crack child

Them niggas they just suck

They no good

I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood"

I'm back better than ever

On top of my game

Even them country boys sayin "50 we feeling you man"

Now stay the fuck outta my zone

Outta my throne

I'm New York City's own...

Bad guy!

Bad guy!

It's easy to see when you look at me

If you look closely

50 don't back down

Everywhere I go both coast with toast

Eastside... Westside

I hold that mack down

Every little nigga you see around me

Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold shaq down

Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G

You ask about me

The young boy don't back down

I ain't gonna tell nobody you pussy

I ain't gonna tell nobody you gettin extorted

It ain't over... G-Unit!

I've been patiently waiting to blow

Ladies and gentlemen

Welcome to the "50 Cent Show"

This is my life

My pain... my knife... my gun

Now that I'm back

You can't sleep

I'm a nightmare huh

You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for you life

Well you done heard bout them guns I done bought

Right?

I ain't going nowhere

I done told you nigga

I'm a G-Unit muthafuckin' soldier nigga!

They not gon like you

I know... I know... haha

G-Unit!

"Oh, no he didn't say anything about Ja.

Okay? Ja is my boo.

Okay?

Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody.

And you all know!

Big things come in small packages!

Holla!

Now, everything was cool until 50 Cent

Came back into the picture.

They better not put they hands on Jeffrey... Okay?

'Cause first of all, they do not know that I am a 12-degree pink belt

Okay? I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery

Okay? 'Cause see, they don't know me

Delicious, do they know me?

Okay, I thought so

'Cause you know that I know karate, and I will see him

And I will Jet Li his ass. Whoo-doo!"

I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me

My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie

My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends

My whip saying quit playing bitch get in

My earring saying we can hit the mall together

Shorty its only right that we ball together

I'm into bigger things ya niggaz ya know my style

Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow

My pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm sick

That's why these niggaz is on my dick

Some hate me, some love my hits

Flex my man he gon bump my shit

See I'm alive man I really don't care

I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear

You try and play me I'ma blaze it in

My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in

I was a poor nigga

Now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

I was a poor nigga

Now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

New York niggaz, copy niggaz like it's all good

Fuck around we crip-walking in the wrong hood

I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bama

I'm from the wild whody, but I know country grammar

See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front

I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done (yeah)

My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps

You see me sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump

Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up

I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up

See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat

I can't go commercial, they love me in the street

I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man

Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man

Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing

C-O screaming shut the fuck up in the pen

I was a poor nigga

Now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

I was a poor nigga

Now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday

Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay

Porsche on Friday, I do things my way

Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway

Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game

But she don't know me, she only know my nickname

Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed

These young boys, they done got they own work man

I was a poor nigga

Now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

I was a poor nigga

Now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

New York City

You are now rapping, with 50 cent

You gotta love it

I just wanna chill and twist a lot

Catch suns in my 7.45

You drive me crazy shorty I

Need to see and feel you next to me

I provide everything you need and I

Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry

Got some questions that I got to ask and I

Hope you can come up with the answers babe

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?

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?

Girl

If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me?

If I didn't smell so good, would you still hug me?

If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century,

Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?

If I went back to a Hoopty from a Benz,

Would you poof and disappear like some of my friends?

If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side

If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?

I get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive

I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside

If I ain't rap cause I flip burgers at Burger King

Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me?

In the bed if I used my tongue, would you like that?

If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back?

Now we can have a lil' drink, you know a night cap

And we could go do what you like I know you like that

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

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

Girl...

Now would you leave me if your father found out that I was thuggin'?

Do you believe me when i tell you, you the one I'm lovin'?

Are you mad cause I'm asking you 21 questions?

Are my soulmate? Cause if so, girl you're a blessin'

Do you trust me enought to tell me your dreams?

I'm staring at ya' tryin' to figure how you got in them jeans

If I was down would you say things to make me smile?

I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how

If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?

And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me

Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?

How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?

We only humans girl we make mistakes

To make it up I do whatever it take

I love you like a fat kid love cake

You know my style I say anything to make you smile

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

Girl, it's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out

Would you still have enough love for me

Girl

Could you love me in a Bentley?

Could you love me on a bus?

I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us

Could you love me in a Bentley?

Could you love me on a bus?

I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us