Lyrics:
thinkin' bout lay offs
This feel like the city feel
'98 Jigga feel, old school 50 feel
That getting jerked by a Diddy deal
Told you that we won't stop, I
da 50 of the back wit me...
Every where I go you know im good
I'm surrounded by the wolves
And we ain't up to no good
We gon pull up to yo hood...
Was
sayin'? Like goddamn 2002
Goddamn P diddy
P kray, you know what I'm sayin'? Pop bottles
With the black fur on, so goth'd out
You feel me?
Goddamn on MySpace
Niggas you way too jealous
Looked at my bitch you overzealous
Young as fuck ain't shit you can tell us
I'm in the booth and I'm high as propeller
My
the cut, Sweeney Todd
I'm the celestial god
Yeah I am Diddy, Donkey, King Kong
This New York yo bing bong
You ding dongs it's fuck ya life
Even when the mic
but I can't forget
When i was asking for them dollars it was barely 50 cent
Names on the list
But I ain’t owe you shit
Never did favors
It leads
Can't take no hand out not by no niggas
I count G-Unit not 50 Cent
Nigga broke as shit
Could pay your rent
I'm balling hard
Gray Iverson
Braids up in
was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked
The street or an auction i do my own bidding
You sniffin that taylor? (Tailor) a Swift end is Fitting
My shit new
My shit slap
Your shit cool
It aint that
I
feel me, suck my dick
Youngest in charge, king of my city
I'm the richest to ever do it after Hov', Fif' and Diddy
New York, I'm like
and it hold a 50
I'm pouring up wak' and it's making me dizzy
I pop me a mid, now I'm boppin' like Diddy
Fuck wit' the gang and that finger get itchy
with the Shìt
Call my nigga fry guy he gone make the news with the stick
And this life Shìt come with repercussions and a consequence
I love dead nighas
fusils de l'Est, ça, c'est quand y a plus de pour-parler
J'ai passé le shit à Marseille, moi, je te livre pour 50 barres
Dites à ma femme qu'elle ne
l'paradis, moi, j'veux pas refaire des vies
J'veux vivre un truc inédit, genre Fifty, Jay Z, P. Diddy, ouais, ouais, ouais
J'suis fatigué d'leur vision d'la
Intro :
Yeah
Luxury Dope shit
Verse 1:
Fashion kill get toe tagged
Sonnin' niggas like yo' dad
Need money & Mo' bags
Got the opps lookin so mad
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
Say it's 3am in New York right now, but it's cool cuz you back in Atlanta
Know I won't kiss and tell, we can do that shit on camera, I say
Let me get
a new way of life?
I then said yes and I committed myself to a year at city team
I feed the homeless 50-100 people a day breakfast and dinner.
I attend
I'm holding us up
50 Cent's in Da Club I'm throwing it up
I don't know nothing about your crew boy
When I'm in the club I get real boy so feel boy
I'm
These kids just
Don't give a shit 'bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to
The club and get blitzed
Pick up some
alright
But of course I wasn't about to just give up my son
So I did exactly what I thought should be done
I worked my ass off and I saved every cent
I sold
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