Lyrics:
Puna boy anthem
Baby this one for my fallen Soldiers
Came from the eight oh eight
Girl I thought I told you
Ooo woo ooo
Its P-U-N-A, when we in CA
If
Look out man alive
Fifty-five miles an hour they want us to go on this Interstate
And you go fifty-five and you get run over by a truck so what do you
flesh like it's bubble gum
Shit the K-Hold 50 shit we need to buy another drum
Juug this lil' nigga for his heat tryna flex with his brother gun
Get
forty-eight bars with no hook (come on)
You hear me flippin' through my pages out my favorite notebook (yeah)
The microphone was in the closet (What?) No
forty-eight bars with no hook (come on)
You hear me flippin' through my pages out my favorite notebook (yeah)
The microphone was in the closet (What?) No
tap in, but I'm really talking
Coming through know I'm the man, can see by how I'm walking
I don't mess with her no more, now she steady stalking
We
Woah woah woah woah woah
They doin business in the trap Call it mortar, bricks (Mortar Bricks)
That pack put them on the map
They need more of it
a millionaire
Then move from millions I'll be a billionaire
Everything is possible I believe in impossible
Would you tell 50 cent is coming from the street
Would
me and Jed
I'm pouring out the red
That some shit like 50 cent
I just made a thousand cents
You don't make no sense
Use your senses
I see you buildings
eyes to sore eyes from looking up eight miles high
I apologize
I've been reading books about UFO's
Now I don't really wanna know if we are lonely
If we
on God)
Ain’t no more control, bitch we wall to wall we 50 deep
Take down up the score, ain’t no beef we feed the boy Swiss Cheese
I’m the one that made
it was going to kill you, boy
It would have by now
For what? For what? For what it’s worth
There’s no more looking back
It’s looking up or looking down
saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a candy
I was named after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my verse
Off
le
It reminds me that I came from miles away
My family came from miles away
In the Heights
It gets more expensive every day!
Every day!
like I'm 50 Cent right now cause many men wish death 'pon me
And them girls they slept on me but right now they're tryna get their heads off me
And,
Akon
For the apron it was 8th grade
I was still studying many men
People said I looked like 50 cent
I never thought I resembled him
Fuck it I'm all bout
Rap god feel like m&m
I don't got comparison
You can't just get any men need many men still killin em
Like 50 cent
Yeah nobody touching me
Corner office
I'm down for whatever as long as you with me
If I got a hundred we splitting it fifty
We came from the bottom that shit was so gritty
Now we
by a quake that
Registers something like 8.8
You see it's situations happening with our planet
Cause, 50 years ago we took it for granted
We should
a motherfuckin' vampire
More carrots then a motherfuckin' damn pie
OG is what I smoke by
Fingertails got fungi, fungi
I'm a real nigga, you a fun guy
Runnin' bandos
hundred fives, twenty fifties, ten hundreds, I was keeping it G (one thou-wow)
Now, who you know more streeter than me?
With no yeast, so street, a nigga
to run with
Sell guns with, trees and mack clips, yeah
She was nice, drove a 5-0 twice, on the cell all night
With more hoes than Heidi Fleiss
coolin' systems
Made that final maneuver to 8 Mile and Hoover
And somehow I saw my future is in this that's how I know my mission
Little boom box
You get them LL Cool J coolin' systems
Made that final maneuver to 8 Mile and Hoover
And somehow I saw my future is in this that's how I know my
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