Lyrics:
but I can't forget
When i was asking for them dollars it was barely 50 cent
Names on the list
But I ain’t owe you shit
Never did favors
It leads
Nigga the work a 9 say its 10
Scribble on the check whit a pen
Right now im wearing Dior but you know I rock louie linen
50cent glass jaw
Shoot his chin
hat
Fuck with me like Illwinded P or fuck off like Illwinded's knee
All I need ya'll energy like Nick Cage yelling bout them bees
Dream collabs I MOP,
Bullets leave a skin defect
Got bank like Lloyd , yayo like Tony, but can't give you 50 cent
I Aint felt a bullet yet
Im thinking y'all ain't on shit
Im
This h-o-t-be -o-why-you-p-t be where I'm found
*inhales* Smoke on a pound and come to tear your
neighborhood down
Look here neggey you think you
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
missing mine
I put aside my pride
And looked up to the sky
I'm pleading asking why is this the life that we live by
Like what's the point of living through
you
Somebody gone discover this
Do right keep my covenant
Watch who you running with
Cause they a relay intel on y'all
Four by one to the government
I
times
My dad would ask
Whose, whose song is this
And it was always either
The Rolling Stones
Or
The Beatles
And we had a 50-50 shot
When guessing
I kind
motherfucking ass over here
Damn!
[E-40]
You had a smile on your face yesterday why you looking mean today?
[Silk-E]
I was trying to holla at your
[master p](talking)
What's up niggas?
I told y'all it's about to be on, nigga
We drop shit anytime we want to huh
Fell this nigga
It's real
you realize
Slow down make I put am on visualize
Bad guy like me in a drop top
Bop daddy like me I go drop o
I go rent all your bitches for a cent o
50
daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play
She said Mom I got a note here from the Harper Valley P.T.A.
The note said Misses Johnson,
can't show no mercy
I can’t show no mercy
I can’t show no mercy
Oh
Lord have mercy for these
VI.P
Snuck in with the toolie on me
Grandma told me don't go
played my music in her ears, she was in love with my tunes
She called me 50 Cent and Chris Brown all rolled into one
She wanted some of my genes, so she
distress
Now all this mackin’ I been dealing in got me stacking my dividends
A pocket full of change I gave 50 cent out to many men
I slam my doors my
Yeah whoop
This is the remix man
I go by the name of Nu Jerzey Devil
Oh! Fo sho'
It's your boy 4-6 man I'm out here with my boy Yurok
What up Smoke
Police lyrics
Intro:
Is that the police?
is that the police behind me nigga?
ah haa..
yeah it is,
""i'm gonna call 5.0""
1st Chorus:
Police on ma
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City,
bitch on F Y P, dancing on TikTok
Y'all bring out the worst in me, it's non stop
Got me tweaking, losing breath
I am too hot
Haters tryna get me cause
on Glocks BOL shooting rapid
He tried to run and got hit by the fifty
This Drac finna turn him like his name was Timmy
Put a dick on the Glock and the chop
in holy water and take lighting showers
Use Posiedons wife blouses as a towel and by now ya
Wondering just how the fuck I do just what I do...
50
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
Of what's inside my head that's like free rent
My brand named cereal should be called
Chock full o regrets
Half a dollar like I'm fifty cents
Please don't
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