Lyrics:
the city? Bitch, this my shit (ho)
I'm slidin' with 30, totin' a fifty, sent three shots and bagged him up
Ayy, you remember on that day I shot so fast
quotes, still they damage their temple with liquor bottles and smoke
Who am I, I'm Huump, such a realist
Too many women here like, who's the realest bitch
crunk (crunk, crunk, crunk)
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
Jump (jump, jump, jump)
The buzz is tremendous, we drop you artists
ya caught with a Juul
2nd time
By the principle
When you spent all that money from holidays
Ain't got a job so you not really paid
Just to flaunt
will tell yo ass where its at
Backseat full of bitches
You can say a nigga riding with that Mac
Oh, life still krazy
New born baby
Niggas I don't
will tell yo ass where its at
Backseat full of bitches
You can say a nigga riding with that Mac
Oh, life still krazy
New born baby
Niggas I don't
Jay-Z
Who you know fresher than Green, riddle me that
Lloyd Banks
I'm on the Road blowin Grade A Hayes
Young Buck
Don't be mad at me dogg this all
ain't on no lovey dove shit (as we proceed)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
You're my bottom girl (tell me what you need)
You're the one, I put the rock on
You
'lone
Crack you in ya shit just to see what's on yo mind
I'm YoungBoy, YB Kayla with me, yeah she slime
Police on my ass, gotta watch the way I'm
thinkin' you gon' rep off me
They gon' find this nigga stankin' he run up on me
Bitch, come up with plenty killers, gotta keep a pistol
Roll with me by
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
with proper energy
Someone who's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
And you can be the one 'cause I'm feelin' ya energy
Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
Take
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
me how, to live with all this cash
A black robe for my queen
Guns and crack for my team
Wit a map of fifty states
That's flooded wit fiends
It says
just like 50 cent
Get rich or ima die tryna do this s**
It's one hell of a life that I f** live
If you could reach dream man what would you give
I
forgot a friends name
When I was listing them
Told them all the songs are fifty/fifty
Profits low that if I split it
To each it'd be a couple cents to them
the same old shhhh
And while ya high you don't truly know why
You spent your cash so that you can buy
Some herb (word) and some Old E (yeah)
A fifty cent
the same old shhhh
And while ya high you don't truly know why
You spent your cash so that you can buy
Some herb (word) and some Old E (yeah)
A fifty cent
you fuckin fags, I rep a flag that's red,
white, and blue, got 50 stars and stripes,
don't care about any country's troops,
find your body bag, we comin
the shines I want it
Give me I want it
Look
I have nada it's hard to find a cent
Even more hard to get fifty cent
But I'm a nigga who get rich or die trying
Garbage rapper tripping charging fifty bucks
A feature talkin hit me up for verses never get enough
Murder beats I rap with urgency
I know you heard of me
stuck on one side, I can't play the fence
I fell in love with the streets and I been thuggin' since
Get rich or die tryin', fifty cents
Only he had nine
don't blend with the way I want this thang to flow
If I can help the cause don't have to treat it with no tricks
You settin' me cancer on a stick,
T-R-E-N-T-O-N, this tha town that i represent, T-R-E-N-T-O-N, this
Tha town that i was bornnn in, T-R-E-N-T-O-N, exit 7 is where you'll
Find me,
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