Lyrics:
be broke then
Get my ass fucked
I started off with 50 cent, I ain't lying
But I'mma get rich or die tryin'
Like a half buck
Yo my bars so raw, it could
two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent
I bent the corner
shit
9th street shit
Me n B up on on the porch with about 100 rounds
Flip 100 pack but we popped bout 50
So I'm walking round this bitch weighing bout
Transit just to f**k s**t up
Might hit The Factory just to f**k s**t up
F**k s**t up 8x
2nd Verse (Streetz)
I turn a quarter into a dollar, not fifty
your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga?
(YEAH) , you thugged out? (YEAH)
50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year
(YEAH) you bust your gun
Jay multiplied by 50's
Talk on the side yeah it's fine, slide wit me
Yeah it's do or die baby come fly wit me
I seen my momma cry, we short on the bills
beneath the new pa-paya tree
We'll send your papa fifty-cent cigar
'Cause he's a proud pa-paya grand-pa-pa!
Pa-paya mama, pearl of the deep blue
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
can't trust
Listen to the gut, 100%
You ain't making a cent
Telling you shit that I learned in my life, like, am I making sense?
No, we ain't making
blow
And you aint shit, so i still got my two-cents
I be overthinking shit with all the blueprints
Trynna tie my life together where the nuece is
I'm
lil' bro would never switch
But all the new shit
He changed quick
Better sit your $5 ass down
Before we get to makin' change quick
Don't make me go Big
envy
You say you got money nigga really
I bring them racks in by the plenty
You broke as fuck don't got a penny
Don't need yo two cents
You wasn't
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long
some cap in my rap
By the time this shit drop, they gon' pay me some more (uh-huh)
And I still can go back to the trap
Send a box, pick it up, make
became with this level of fame
My soul is possessed by this devil
My new name is
Rain Man
You find me offensive, I find you offensive
Shit, this is
shit sounds like them"
So, I sat back, thought up a new track
Didn't fantasize, kicked the pure
Facts, motherfuckers got scared
'Cause they was
a hater he was better off a New York Knick
Im biased tho Im on my New York Shit
Champ hoodie new fitted NY stitch
Strangers help more than family thats some
dog again acting Hollywood again
I just fucked Her and Her friend i was the man back then
Cant get fifty cents from the bitch
misfire with no hits
And no label so I can be me
And I control every release
I am my manager I'll take the piece
I'm in my zone
Don't fuck up my high
My new shit slide
Sound
Dangerous niggas
Uhh Black Rob shit
Why'all don't know?
Uhh Uhh
Danegerous niggas
Lil Kim and Black Rob Yellowman
P Diddy , the moment you all
Dangerous niggas, uhh Black Rob shit
Y'all don't know? Uhh Uhh dangerous niggas
Lil Kim and Black Rob yellow man
P Diddy, the moment you all been
the block
I got this shit on lock
I'm Mick Foley with the sock
Like young Kobe with the rock
I'm P. Diddy with the crop
I get the bag, this shit full up
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