Lyrics:
I want to know what a nigga can say
20k play by the end of the day
Shorty wan' fuck, I can see in her face
Sammy get bucks and just stay out the way
Smith & Wesson
I can go from 0 to a mil n 7
In a millisecond
It’s like 2k how Im shootin wit excellence
They say they don’t care bout the issue but
And bragging nearly every time you open your mouth
You think you'll gets the women success will turn your head
Well I'm sorry to inform you that stuff is dead
the sorrow
I'ma sleep on what you said and holla back tomorrow
I know you've never seen him
But don't fight with him
You're gonna make it through
the sorrow
I'ma sleep on what you said and holla back tomorrow
I know you've never seen him
But don't fight with him
You're gonna make it through
these niggas actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President (Me and my homies is wonderin' what's goin on, holla!)
Tell me what to do, these
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
Will I get there
I've been gone for way too long
And I've been tryna find my way by home
Will I get there if I make millions
Will I make enough so I
We making movies, crib white like a two piece, send em back to the boonies, and good lord what a cutie
I'm on a whole other level, I'm on a whole
crews
It's the murder man mack, I stash in the Lac
I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks
It's the Birdman baby come and holla at me later
Duck
Told killz got smith a weapon ay
He got strap up vvs in heaven yea
You know it ain't all about the show tho ay
You know it ain't all about who got
American boys
Named Perry and Dick
Who will spin the thread of life
And who will determine the span
And who will cut the thread?
Knife in hand
Perry Smith
shellers
In my adidas creps
Don't talk on my Stan Smiths, stamp on a man's Margielas
Man, go stand in the back if you're jealous
Got a mosh pit looking
Hey guys it's Will Smith, and I got to say, I'm sick of it. Can you stop making jokes about My wife now? Like it's been three weeks, we get it, she's
[Ratcliffe]
The gold of Cortés
The jewels of Pizarro
Will seem like mere trinkets
By this time tomorrow
The gold we find here
Will dwarf them by far
[Sammie]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, oooh I got you out
without a doubt, I got you out
(Lil' Bow Wow)
was rated P.G.
Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down
Take me to, Ghost here they come now!
Er! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch,
holla!
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked
For the record khaled from the South where
Them bammers be moving
where we sellin' rock
Africa Bambata home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't for they act like they
saying she stay in sheep clothes
She be hitting me up, like let's go
By the end of the night, my card froze
I think she think my name D.Niro
I should've
da paper n' go, go
Stack money, get dollaz
Fly whips, fly chicks n' then holla
Cuz ain't none of us promised to see tomorrow
So ball out til u fall
skin I'm under attack
And don't tell me just comply
Cause they still will take my life
How do you think it feels to fear for your life
Cause they don't
When they know they're your heart
And you know you were their armour
And you will destroy anyone who
Would try to harm her
But what happens when karma
Adina
Up and down is the object, side to side
Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, "Can I cum inside?"
Say you don't feel it that's a lie
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