Lyrics:
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
I hope you're ready for me
Now gather round
I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got
glitch
(baow, baow, baow)
50 Cent aka the magic stick (grrah)
All black, one gunman
John Wick, that's a bad man
All black, one gunman john Wick (baow)
All
Not ya friend
In this game
Ain't no friends
Supporters
Gotta pretend
Honestly
You just a man
In a fucked up sense
Cents
Gotta make your own
You
Combs takin broads home
On the phone with the chip, these Cristal chicks
bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit
[DMC] (background singers:
Im on my own level
Im sick of these trash rappers
This the start of a new era
And no I could never hate on you
Just want you to do better
I’m sick
your stone sets, I got my own baguettes (uh huh)
And I'll be doin' things that you won't regret
Lil Kim, the Queen Bee, so you best take heed (uh huh)
you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence,
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so
money by Monday ain't got no time for waiting
Puttin down like 50 cent I been power trippin maybe
These hoe ass niggas be selling dreams
Had the same
talking on the phone]
girl be quiet
[boy]
Lil' Flip we gotta show
you can go out wit' ya friends I'ma do my own thing
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse Three: Lil' Flip]
make all this money to show them
Money ain't a thing
Hundreds blue
Hundreds green
Never lose
Undefeated
I know you
Wanna be me
My drip on repeat
I'm
Thank y'all, how y'all doin'? Yeh, my names Colt Ford
I just came here to do a little song for y'all
'Bout where I come from, the way I see it
I
head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter
And uh
To all the ladies havin' babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin' all alone
The streets had me in a trance, pistol in my pants
Only fifty cent to my name but had the power in my hands
I did it my way (my way)
Did my own thing (yeah)
though ya careers is based on somebody damn near killin' you
Shit you be doin' ain't even considered rappin' to us (nah)
This is probably the best thing
world I hope you're ready for me.
Now gather 'round
I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all the Hennessey
lemonade
I do what I want, and I get that money, minute made
You're just a fantasy, repeatin' in my world
No, I'd rather be alone
Baby, I am being cursed by
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
of them doin' bout 50
UTP you better stand up it's the general
Bringin' back the era of the criminal
Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme
Got
Now I see life with range
I met a Father up in Heaven and He called me by name
I'm wanting things to change
I had your 2 cents in my pocket it bought
light (skir)
Then I'm on the way to get the key code
On the green line tryna see kites
Came back, sorry, tryna see you (oouu)
Always doin things on my own
whipped, this shit is ridiculous
Shoutout to 50 Cent, man (let the Bandplay)
Huh?
Say you a gangster, but you ain't never shot nothin'
How you
Ever since I found my will
I drive it like it's fuckin' stolen
Charge it to the game, you owed it
Flaunt it like you fuckin' own it
You ain't never ever
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