November freeze Invaded the air Scratchy invisible breeze Prickles my shoulders and knees Trapping warmth everywhere
The spine cracked again A straw hat has slipped off my noodle But who the hell cares ... For my pain When even the sparrows disdain ... The bugbears
Ten years have passed Since I was created With tatters of mouldy bast Pulled on rotten chips of a mast In a garden located
A sack full of dust A Yule-log disfeatured with fire Two cans and a besom enlaced by the wire Corroded by venomous rust With a rag for attire
The coveys of migrants pass out of sight All gnawers are sleeping The lowering clouds devour the light In the soul of the lonely fright Leaving me deep in the night Along with my weeping
Friendless and reflective Monstrous and defective Broken and depressed Just a sickening cross between warder and jest
That′s who I am!
Humbled and dejected By the winterly thinking affected Bare and amusing Afflicted and musing inmate Dreaming to die in a grate
Yeah nigga We gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right We gonna smoke this shit And I′ma drink a lot a water And I′ma take Golden Seal, so my PO don′t find out I′m smoking this shit, aight?
Yo, niggas wouldn′t rob Frankie if they had the chance Wasn′t cause of him it was cause of his man Lance Frankie cut crack Lance hold the Mac If fiends fuck with Frankie′s pac′s Lance cut the crack heads blocked up Thought he was locked up Came thru stuntin′ wit his wrist all rocked up Shoulda seen him smile, missin′ the tooth Coupe missin the roof He like "What up, 50?" I′m like "What up with you" Lance had a reputation that was well earned Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn Out there in Red Firm At the dice game, he rolled ahead, crapped in the crack I′m like "Nah, I ain′t paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back" Niggas lookin at me like I′m crazy, they shook I don′t give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook Asked him about ???? Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for seven grand (Fuckin′ crazy) The man was crazy I could tell by his look Cause he looked the way I look When I look for a jooks Bitch
Motherfucker Teamwork, work hard nigga 50 cent Rotten Apple G-UNIT Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo, nigga
Hey what up, nigga You motherfuckin′ right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2 Get the fuck out the car nigga don′t make me rush you, nigga Shoot that nigga, 50!