Lyrics:
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
and any kind of disorder
The new fearless types, as
Represented by Fifty
Move in the opposite direction
They find that the chaos of the times suit's
Their
(yeah)
I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (racks, bitch)
VVS drip and Givenchy, that's Gucci and Louis (racks, skrr)
Got fifty racks tucked in
born in the street mpa but The dream is to be rich and never to die in the streets
Dreams of isewa na lamborghini AMEN
Dripping in Loui vuitton AMEN
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been
of
Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the fifties
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscreet
Side by side, they're glorified
Where
the melody of
The Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the Fifties, innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the Eighties, who are indiscreet
Side by
it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun
One, take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't
somethin', I press that button (I press that)
I break that automatic foldin' chop (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
Out my Louis V luggage (out my luggage)
Still got
Yaun take it to the streets let
The whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career
Don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't
don't fear death
I'm so selfish, I bought 80 pints to drink 'em by myself
A swimming pool full of drank, I dive in like I'm Michael Phelps
Louis
of
Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the fifties
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscreet
Side by side, they're glorified
Where
weapon
Move like boss I made a plan
You can tell I am invested
Put 50k right on the jewels
That's a p up on the left wrist
It get lit up any second
I
of
Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the fifties
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscreet
Side by side, they're glorified
Where
of course
Carry a fifty g check in my Wu-Tang shorts
We them banksta'z
[Chorus: 60 Second Assassin]
Banksta'z (get that street money)
Banksta'z (that
works his magic
On the second runner up of the 4H pageant
Seemed like yesterday even though
That was sixteen hundred and fifty two beers
Whole lot
I had a hand me down ride painted rattle can red
Second hand tires with poor boy tread
Made a lot of almost love in the bed of that
Truck that got
Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha Top
They Know We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop
[Young Jeezy:]
Louis Vuitton Doin Nuthing But Wrong
fuck Nigga out Here laid on the street Homie
Might even get up and get dressed
To make it To your service
Love when I catch em by surprise And they Start
[Airline attendant]
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
Damn G the spot's gettin'
the garden that won't never grow
Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroads
Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my
some sizzurp
I'm back off in the kitchen working, whip the pies
Say you need a half of brick give me twelve-five
Fifty pounds of Gross, several pounds
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