Lyrics:
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
February 20, 2014
50 Cent announced today that he has signed an
Exclusive worldwide distribution and services
Agreement with Caroline capitol
UMG
play not today
What the fuck happened to MTV
Why these whack people get to make a cd
I dont know man look at 50 Cent
He dont move his mouth when
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
Let's get down to business
I ain't got no time to mess around what is this?
New shit coming through; I ain't got no time to mess around
We coming
I
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My buzz is
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
hunting for a bag
I wanna feel this shit like I was young Biggie
Diddy in this bitch in New York City
50 times two I'm the king of something
Never been
and 50s big pimp shit Diddy
Classy lil bit real saddity
Ain’t going back and forth too pretty
Yeah, I mean
I keep telling y’all that
I don’t like you
I
mama, your uncle, your cousin?
I’m showing love cuz it’s really just nothing
Was up in the club, bottle of bub’
I’m fifty cent, man I’m all the above
I’m
a ceiling fan (you crazy!)
My girl Chanel should sell shit 'for Chanel kicks hell
Split turn down fifty mill'
On my Chappelle, shit! (Chapelle, shit
that shit
My hundreds, baby, count my shit
I came up from the slums and did it
Now I do my dance like Diddy
Like Diddy
Sippin' lemonade on the yacht
It
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
messy (Wait a minute motherfucker)
The I got a call from Diddy
The I got a call from Fifty
Then I got a call from Jimmy
Then I got a call from Jay
Diddy (oh that's crazy)
Man, new york never looked so pretty (oh that's crazy)
Can't picture NY without no Diddy (oh that's crazy), oh no!
[Chorus]
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
this shit
Stay close to my pastor every day I repent
Use to blow all my money now I stack every cent
And fuck some new friends I'm still rolling with
50 50 yea
50 50 yea
Yea we splitting
50 50 yea we splitting everything we gone by
In my city really busy get money time pass by
You so pretty
You
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
Sean
It's a new dawn
Girls see me and you know that they fawn
Oh like Offset boy I got the clout
You know I'm rocking Sean John
Like my name was Diddy
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this
I bet
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