Lyrics:
decided to sleep by the do'
Open my mind, try to slip inside my grandpa's fo'
Driftin' off into another stage of life
*** paid you price and big homies
me
Can't stand a groupie, cause a groupie's purpose is usually to use me
They usually hop on the next dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve
Who he
Sounds as insane
As the war in Iraq while Saddam is hangin'
A dead man's a dead man ain't two of a kind
You can't break me
I'm head standin' doin' my time
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
me bite them wit' the bulldog made by design
Niggas gon' give me mines
And get in line for the torture
I swear, run any closer to air
My
the loudest and it’s a fact
It wasn’t drippin’ it was rain
My drip is unmaintained
Call me by my name that’s who I am
My shooters make sure they aim
We setting
Where ours went
Our power went
Can’t tell me where our vision went
No dollar and no dream all I had to spend was 50 cent
It’s hard to keep my focus when
to hit my phone again
50 Cent, I got many men
Friday, slide in a minivan
Bright future, I got plenty plans
Beat up the pussy, I got Tyson hands
Broke nigga
the acknowledgement, let 'em read the articles
The thing me and my crew posses is called the god particle
Our passion on that stage that make other niggas look
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
on you, you wanna be seen
Doin' your thing, put on a show
Hurtin' me, curving me, purposely
All on your own, my bitch bad, she a turnt up hottie
Your bitch
their hands in the air
Up and down like hell, yeah
So fresh, so clean, so shiny, on a beam
Girl, you're so mean, why you're doin' a damn thing
Any
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
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I'm
a spaceship, you up like a attic (attic) (uppy)
Up my race (uppy), like I'm off a Addy (uppy)
And I keep that fifty too, and I keep like fifty goons (brrt)
To the ones in my city
I finally pop out they showing me love and they given it plenty
(Yeah)
Im the only one doin it different!
(Im the only one doin it
who you rocking with
Taking back rap and we don't believe in hostages
Bury yourself, you know where the coffin is
I was in my own lane
Did my own thing
a nigga, I see a black Einstein
A diamond in the rough, he's remidin' me as tough
Young girls takin' X, she's blinded by the stuff
Oh my God, where did we
boy in his stripped-down Model A
He says, "Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check, my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my tires, won't you
pleasant grove, to Oak Cliff, Ima nuisance, shutin niggas down like a suplex, or a duplex with no rent, 50 couldn’t buy my convo even with he 2 cents
Ima
But, I'm-
Better on my own (doin' better on my own)
I'm better on my own (Yeah, I'm better on my own)
No bitch here no more (ain't no bitch)
Yeah, I'm
the stairs to the top where I'm goin' to (Ahhh)
Woke up this mornin' sweatin' I had a bad dream (Damn)
I wanna be good but I like doin' bad things (Ahhh)
It's
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