Lyrics:
fuckas play us
Ain't no mutha fuckas played us
It was days when I woke up
Writin' flames in my notebook
Burn the page tryna smoke up
Hoes came in no rush
to get off house arrest nigga.
So you can run the fuck outta New York, you faggot
[Chorus]
Niggas tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent
need that work i
Tell em I'll be back!
(Mutha Fucka yeah, I'll Be Back)
I fucked a bitch in one night
I tell her I'll Be Back!
(Baby girl you know that
need that work i
Tell em I'll be back!
(Mutha Fucka yeah, I'll Be Back)
I fucked a bitch in one night
I tell her I'll Be Back!
(Baby girl you know that
Welcome.
It is I that you see.
Little boys an girls.... Revelationz.
Listen.
Why do the good die young, an the bad mutha fuckas live fo ever?
'cause
A slave to the hood have no money in my pants
Rollin wit some heat to make a mutha fucka dance
Had a chance to bubble had my hustle but I
Like what up
Slick as a bitch I'm butter
Thats my nigga talking bout yo' motha'
Ohhh I'm real mutha fucka
Slick like butter
Slick like butter
You
*obie*
eminem mutha fuckas
[1]
50cent
[2]
obie trice
[3]
lets go!
throw them hands up [uh]
throw them hands up [bustas]
throw them hands up [bitch]
throw
(50 Cent)
Yo this is 50 cent, yaknawsayin?
I'm here with my man Whoo Kid, you know how I put it down nigga
It's not safe around here as soon
I’m that new pretty mutha fucka
I’m the sauce man
And I don’t give a damn
What you think
I’m just flossin’
That pretty mutha fucka
Its the sauce
waste him
This ain't no mutha fuckin joke nigga it ain't worth it
And even if your mother gets in it you can't surface
It was all purpose
Just like that
you've ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers,
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the mutha fuckin
it ain't on 'til I say it's on, pause, it's on
I'm eatin', y'all niggas fastin' like it's Rimadon
Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb
I be
mutha fuckas
Solution, there ain't none
Nigga I can't run
It's something gonna be done
Then fuck it lets dump some
You wastin your breath
And I'm
mutha fucka
I need a blanket cause im cold mutha fucka
I get so high I like to keep her under
Fucked her all night so in
The morning fed her supper
I'm
and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal
Uhh it feel good to ya baby bubba
You see this is for the g's and the ki's
busta free, these niggas must be crazy (What)
there ain't no mercy mutha fuckas
who can fade the thugs?
you thought it was but it wasn't
now
nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck,
spent it on blunt wraps
(Banks)
Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga
G-Unit nigga
We about to gorrilla this industry man
y'all niggas
and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal
Uhh it feel good to ya baby bubba
You see this is for the g's and the ki's
Mobb shit biatch
Biatch! Biatch!
This shit ain't went no where (Trademark)
You understand me? (Uh!)
It's like when a mutha fucka do his dirt
Cartier dangIling, gold mutha fucka
I need a blanket cause im cold mutha fucka
I get so high I like to keep her under
Fucked her all night so in
50 cent or someone else
They do what everyone else
Does even if it doesn’t fit where
And who they are but
You get nowhere that way your
Energy is weak
The worst
Clutch your purse
When we lurk
Cause we cursed
From work
Trying to
Party like a mutha fucka
Broke as a joke
Don't hire me
But you arrest me
When I'm
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