Lyrics:
I issue dope out of my ho house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour more out
Ain't your
my baby
Buying me mink's and shit trying to be my lady
Trying your best to make your way in my life
Take that mask off ho
You're undercover
Took off his land, now he coppin' a plea
Fifty racks makin' your family grieve (what the fuck?!)
This a gangsta party, ho, get the fuck out (ayy-ayy,
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
to creep
Yeah, let the chopper sing like TLC (grrah)
Yeah, big chains soundin' like bells on me
Just told this ho she ain't worth fifty cent
Bitch,
that's fifty cent, bitch
Everything cost a little bit
So don't expect nothin for free, at least from me Ching Chang Chewie
I got you from Taiwan city
come get me
If you, if you want it, come get me
[50 Cent]
Nigga, you violate, I regulate, rat-tat-tat
Bigger shells - they fit in that banana clip
these Hoes
50 Cent, Young Buck, HAHA
We trying to fuck with these Hoes
Aww man, we known internationally right now
We overseas nigga, In Dubland, Ireland
si fa col brand
E la label
Man per favore
Non fare il thug
Yo little pussy
Shut the fuck up
Pompato com 50 Cent
In Da Club
Soy la voce del popolo
Come
jeans
Prepariamo sto blitz
Dentro in studio, su un beat
Siamo il grinder e il kit
50 cent e Jay z
La mia vita è tutta qua
Tutta life fast
Fast life
Sta in
meglio no non ascoltarmi
Voglio vivere così sull'orlo del suicidarmi
Voglio solo money money come Gem, in giro col durag like a 50cent porto il cap ma non
È iniziato tutto con un foglio blanche
Stylo bic 50 cent tutto ciò che ho Nella sacoche
Con la fame che mi mangiava ogni Sera nella chambre
Eh le
out that bloody, you know how it get
I know that you caught my mans, but I hit yours with 26
He got hit with 9, but ain't survive, he ain't like 50 Cent
I smoke the shit
50 Cent, look what you damn did
Took a ’94 nigga from the hood, made him be
Now every ho want a kid from the Kidd Kidd
They tripped,
Khaled, though
I'm surrounded by bodies like I'm chillin' in the Catacombs (haha)
Niggas want me dead, I got thirty and bought me a castle, ho (yeah)
50 Cent neither nigga, haha
I came back a rich nigga
Young mogul, Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter
They want me face down on the pavement
Gang members
One thing for certain you can't lose no ho from chasin' dough
That's on errrythang, that's on errrythang
Seen the paper come and go just like
[Pimp C]
Hold up (Hold Up), we jammin'
I can't let nobody hold me down-these ho's could never hold me (never hold me)
Cause I'm comin' down,
We been tryna hit a head
Can't find him, go get his mans (get his man)
I'm Doe Boy in that mini-van
50 Cent, many men (oh, really?)
I pull up
like erryday
Ho, I'm the boss, you know I'm the man
I wake up, I feel that like erryday
Living life fast, flipping that cash
Yeah we be on that shit
954
Ayyyeee Ayyyeee
Yrrrp Yrrrp Yrrrp Yrrrp
Dolo Dolo
Ayyyeee Ayyyeee
100 50 throw the singles
Yeah
100 50 throw the singles
Yeah
100 50 throw
the bitches
Neck, it cost a 50, neck, it cost a 50
Niggas just start, we finish
It, niggas just start, we finish it
Got some niggas outside waiting on payroll
you got to do what you gotta do
But know this, fa sho this, its somethin for realler
From a fifty cent nigga to a thousand dollar nigga
Fuck George
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