Lyrics:
it
Ain't a moment 'till I make it
It ain't a moment 'till I make it
Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery
And see lately
All I've been doin' is
the wrong way
You doin' it the wrong way
If you don't know me by now eh
If you don't know me by now
If you don't know me by now
If you don't know me by now eh
'
If we ain't screwin' what the hell are we doin'
If we ain't screwin' what the hell are we doin'
If she's a goer I'ma throw her
Blam da lam
It's
Yeah I gave her my all, but it's not enough
And I do this shit by myself
Don't need no blueprint
And I don't even got no friends, just dudes I'm cool
you doin' ma?
I kinda like the way you doin
What you doin' ma?
A couple stacks on me I get it for her
It ain't trickin' I ain't trippin'
I get it for
don't know me
I might holla at Pokey
Or go and get that 40
Them boys be steady doin it
Knockin off the unit
Hit that big bay
We ain't flew it
man
DJ Pete Rock, producer extraordinaire, yo Pete Rock
Make it clear
I can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend
Keep a party pimping from now
I'd rather be by myself, I'm doin' me
Yeah
Won't spend another minute wasting my time
On a man, hey, that only tells me lies, no
Ain't saying no,
nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck,
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
I keep it doin' it again
Oh, I'm doin' it again
Yes, I'm doin' it again
I said it would end
Uh, remix, rising up out of the flames like
fight
Put bread in your head
Like some motherfucking lice
Travel the world I'm out in Dubai
He ain't get money he just getting by, yeah
They tryna reach
chains on yo chesssT
A lot of protection
It must be heavy
Well I got a question
And it's kinda heavy
Ask yourself
Why are you doin what you're doin when
and you doin' me
I ain't talkin 'bout a seventy thirty, no way, no way
Or a sixty forty, uh, uh, uh, uh
Talkin 'bout a fifty fifty, when the room is empty
It's Talib Kweli in the place to be Brooklyn
Most definitely ya know what I'm sayin' Mount Vernon
And Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth (true) the brothers
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
blues
I'mma tell yo' ass the truth!
This ain't got no shit to do
With some people that I knew
I'm just tryna make it through
I just linked up with Lynk
Ty
of Rafiki
And ain't nobody finna sleep me
I live life a lion with the mind of Rafiki
Keep doin' whatcha made to do
Keep doin' whatcha made to do
Keep doin
Baby, if you keep (Keep)
Doin' what you're doin' to me (To me)
I'll do what I'm doin' to you, ooh girl
Doin' it, I do what should be
You can do
me
And my momma'd start to cry
'Cause i was known yeah for doin' what i did
My reputation was strong, hey for doing what i did
It ain't no way
shakers but I’ll send em later ..yeah/ I’m thorough doin favors / I’m through doin favors ..yeah
Tell them n____ I’m tapped out it’s a bunch of shit I
Ooh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Tell me what you wanna do wit it
I ain't got time to waste time
Let me know if you can handle this
Boom boom
Ooh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Tell me what you wanna do wit it
I ain't got time to waste time
Let me know if you can handle this
Boom boom
me for all my sinnin'
I'm doin' it for my kids, I'ma keep winnin'
My son 11 years old, already talkin' millions
By the time he 18, he on his own
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