It's kind of fuzzy, but I still remember running away Broken glass reminds me of mistakes I've made Misdirected anger, an empty Colt 45 It might have
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
up Tell the crew to keep their heads high I'm gonna flip if any one of my men's die We've been fucked somebody told us a Bent lie (What?) Let's get
hate it but face it B.I.G. And Tupac just ain't around Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent Ghetto star by the bar, I get you bent You wanna party
, no, no, no Until I took a trip to the other side of town, yeah, yeah, yeah You know I heard that boogie rhythm, hey I had no choice but to get down,
' for the love of ballin' Get caught with 30 rocks, the cop looked like Alec Baldwin End of century anthems, based off inner-city tantrums Based off the way we was branded Face it, Jerome get
dip, bum on your lips Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits And get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits
weren't really velvet... they were, you know, kind of like velvet. It's a, what d'ya call it? Uh, a `metaphor'. It's a metaphor, get it? ``Look out
minutes [dun] Soaking wet dripped to death in it On top of rules big barells and tools get tested And hittin off makes my dick get erected We all
the pain For the brothers who ain't here Pour a little on the floor son Time to get a little bent do our thing Word up, the 41st side of Queens We gettin' bent
you were wrong? I shouldn't let, I shouldn't let you get too far What do I, I have to lose? What do I, I have to do? Is there any other way to stop
dreaming It feels just like any other day I'd sit you down, here goes nothing And you're not gonna like what I say Get out, oh, just get out Get out, get
Belongs to the house where my father died Where prisoners march in luck step with each other Reavers test the limit of their reign Dragging their dead weight from the other
on my dick Im at fashion shows, with my gangsta clothes And you cant get in without a tuxedo Im at movie premiers, Im at private parties Gettin bent
me again Can you help me I'm bent I'm so scared that I'll never Get put back together Keep breaking me in And this is how we will end With you and me bent
Oh oh oh Tell a story She was leaning on me Getting horny Maybe we'll get naughty Look at shorty She was leaning on me Getting horny Maybe we'll get
nigga to move on Between me and you we can find each other fly aboard in my private G2 I'm not trying to g you, I'm trying to see you bent over You know
, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin' lines Off each other
