Lyrics:
protection
It's fifty cent all your fucking life learn a lesson
I'm small but deadly, break a nigga down
I know you heard my name cause nigga I get around
school[00:28.50]Hit my homie what's the move[00:29.82]We ain't got nothing to do[00:31.02]So we stay by[00:32.19]Hope I came right[00:34.37]And now I'm just
Nigga I'm seein' triple of the breakdown
That's what I make now
And nothin' flake now
Fuck the law
50-50 love showed across the board
I'm
another trick sucka dropped
A quarter after twelve, I'm still cruising down them back streets
On my job a dead body already lies on the passenger seat
to handle now
Yes I am
Boys come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing but ten cent lovin'
Hey little thing let me light your candle
'Cause mama I'm
favorite rapper, dude, you know she likes a pretty gent
You love when my shit drop 'cause I got more game than 50 cent
Don't ask me where I been; I know I'm
and he gon' give me his
Been terrorizing shit since 50 cent, was singing many men
Give a nigga whole roster problems when I'm in the field
They ask for
a triple stack
A nigga try me bout 50 cents go get the strap
Then tell a bitch that's celibate to let me take her down
And Call me Chris Brown cause i know
habit
I'm back at it, the true tales of a rap addict
Soon as I heard this beat, I was feelin' the sound
So I got right off my feet and started swingin'
Nobody gassin' me
I'm Dumb pressure make diamonds, but it
Make bitch niggas folded know where I'm From
50 Cent got many men to tell the truth
Bitch ass
and the baby's on guard
Grandma sell food stamps no job like you can't
Auntie got low rent her crib summer camp
Papi juice fifty cent that's way back g-unit
She
skatin'
Red eye smoking that bomb shit, I'm Satan
Niggas surprised, fifty back on fire
Fifty back running round this bitch strapped
Hit man for hire
and scents of a dolla your two cents is nada
Im higher than high like khalifa and carter
You getting caught up like im fucking your daughter
You fucking
[Skinny DeVille]
I broke a dollar down the gutter (?) the dime, quarter, penny, nickel
Flipped the 25 to 50 cent, now watch the bitch triple
Game
I want them 20s 50s and them 100s
I get them racks in by the bundle
Hit from the back I'm knocking down her frontal
I swear it ain't fair getting
the back
Got one wet tongue in my ass
(He makin' music 'cause)
I'm the biggest freak that he seen thus far
(Kyuh) i'm the
I'm the biggest freak that he see
rap was crack I’m dame dash gettin’ cash from the Roc
And you just gettin’ 50 cent no Massacre drop
Uh
We go back like Ace and Mitch
Back when they
a honcho
I'm a bronco Im a John doe when I talk to 5-0
All up down her spine like a chiro
Practor after I master the track And relapse on the grass
got soul
Niggas coming home from doing wild time
Talkin bout P - "Yo P I could rhyme"
50 Cent did it I could do the shit too
But you not 50, he
bout to smash
Soon as I'm through with you, back to counting this cash
I'm hung low to all these women, I'm their antidote
And when they on my dick
got 50 Cent and I'm down to last dime
So I gotta get rich or I'm down to die trying
I'll bring a fucking massacre like my first name was Curtis
Right
Yeah, go
Yeah, go
Yeah, I've been stuck
Running out of time bitch I'm running out of luck
I've been off the dro to hold me back It ain't enough
I've
Don't you know I got kis by the three
When I chirp, shawty chirp back
Louie knapsack where I'm holding all the work at
What you know about that? What
a sag card, bust it out right when I'm sad (go and get it)
Im in the front (go and get it)
I need a back (go and get it)
I need a fat track triple ripple
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