"Love your enemies and hate your friends, enemies remain the same, friends always change."
[URL='http://rap.genius.com/3043511/50-cent-you-took-my-heart/Sunday-morning-preacher-in-the-pulpit-kissed-my-nanna-i-cant-listen-to-this-bullshyt-its-all-good-til-they-ask-me-for-an-offering']Sunday morning, preacher in the pulpit
Kissed my nanna, I can't listen to this bullshyt
It's all good til they ask me for an offering
All we got is pain, so that's all I can offer him
My mama cold, she put me in this cold world
Left me, what I got to protect me?
Oh, I got a 9, yeah I got a 9!
And all this ambition, bytch I'm on the grind
Sky's the limit, 2 for 5's the gimmick
You line something up, I tie something up
They run up out that crib with that money, nikka what
School of hard knocks, I'm ahead of my class
With no hesitation put a hole in your ass
See, no it's never my fault when I fukk up
I knock your ass out, to wake you the fukk up
Brass knuckles and my knife: now tell me was sup[/URL]