Lyrics:
fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass off propa'
There's no place like home
New York - New York i run this city
I don't dance around
the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's real
We the realest nigga
50 Cent
places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if
(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
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
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin', we don't give
Yeah
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin', we don't
That i had by showing
The world i didn’t care about
Being like other people
I could never go back – 50 Cent
The 50th Law is based on the following
on the low
[Outro: 50 Cent]
You can bump this, you can bump this, you can bump this, you can
bump this
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, be
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] see, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett]
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
by quarters
Counting by quarters
We are up to two dollars and this sure is fun
Let's go up to five dollars and then we are done
25 cents, 50 cents
ain't this I'm certain
Light up and blow that smoke in the sky
I just lit another one but i don't know why
50 Cents to my name
I'm still laughing
wit you
You won't show us no love BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
(50 Cent)
This a low rider here bitch,
comin' by, you a target cop Callin' bitch, where you started
Fuck 12, fuck you, but bitch, you know by the whole school
Would kill myself if I was you too
[50 Cent]
Yeah, I'm A Special Kinda Nigga With Mine's
I Grind, I Get's Paper, You Know What I Mean?
Hahaha
[50 cent]
I'm A Bonafide Hustler,
tell by my lips
I smoke 'dro in the booth you can tell by my hits
I loves to get high like I'm touching the sky
Multiply with this weed you can look in
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by
I smoke the shit
50 Cent, look what you damn did
Took a ’94 nigga from the hood, made him be
Now every ho want a kid from the Kidd Kidd
They tripped,
up til the very end
It's all about paper my nigga
I pop smoke for the dividends
Bullet proof like I'm fifty-cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your
weed, drank, or my boo
I rolled this Backwood to smoke it
I didn't roll this Backwood to pass it
I payed 650 for these Margielas, bitch
You better watch
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
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