words "Refuse to lose"] [Verse 1] Here's ya ticket, ain't nothing more sick than terror dome I walk the path of righteous even when foul like joe peppitone
I throw three like Bobby Jackson at 'em I'm O.G. like Bobby Johnson stomp 'em Hold G like Bumpy Jonson on 'em Read flip and beat kids like Joe Jackson
Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga You fucking with the Don nigga crack follow me Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen Curtis, Curtis Jackson
' Picture me blowin' trees chiefin' purple daily Weeds no seeds call it Virgin Mary Chevy they say we broke up (Oh, yeah) But we do shows and split ends like blow dried hair Hold up Joe
start flexin heat You could get it in the stomach just like Raheem Cause running with a snitch is not quite my thing I tried to take Buck with me, but he stayed
'm just a small town girl I'm off to see the whole wide world I'm off to see the wizard too Do every thing that dorothy won't do I know I should have stayed
, it's not enough . . . It's not enough So - when I think I know my way around I'm gonna take a bus to the other side of town I'm gonna stay out all
, address themselves this way? Why are we here? where are we going? it's time that we found out. We're not here to stay; we're on a short holiday. Life
, I hope you ready for the dirt that's wit it Slap a hoe, snatch a mic! Bein brought to y'all in Black N White (ITS the NEW!) Joe Jackson and Ike, we
stay here, Mr. Sonny Boy, just stay here.' Now that's all right, but I know My baby ain't going to stay, alway But that's all right, I know My baby
nigga man Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga You fucking with the Don nigga Folow me [Chorus] Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen Curtis, Curtis Jackson
good with his t-shirt off, And when he tries to act tough, you can tell he's tricking. While his mates all stay out late, Popping pills and havin fun, He stays
and start flexin heat You could get it in the stomach just like Raheem Cause running with a snitch is not quite my thing I tried to take Buck with me, but he stayed
Kimora and Russell makin' paper, oh yeah All in the family like the Jacksons(like the Jacksons) And have enough kids to make a band like Joe and Catherine
chiefin purple daily Weeds (no seeds) call it (Virgin Mary) Chevy they say we broke up ([Chevy:] Oh yeah) But we do shows and (split ends) like (blow dried hair) Hold up... Joe
man Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga You fucking with the Don nigga Folow me [Chorus] Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen Curtis, Curtis Jackson
