Lyrics:
never done
Law of Park Hill, my mic is stage one
Fifty-five tribes, in Psalms 30
Caution, sometimes my thoughts get dirty
Somethin precise, hold back
Yo, yo, move out of the way
We got Missy Elliott coming through
Girl, that is Missy Elliott (yes), she lost a lot of weight
I heard she eat one
Yo, yo, move out of the way
We got Missy Elliott coming through
Girl, that is Missy Elliott (yes), she lost a lot of weight
I heard she eat one
Get the strap it won’t stop me bitch I be in the club on some cocky shit
Many men not like me cuz I body shit
Betta back down jus a lil bit
Even 50 cent
place
Fucking with Queen B it aint safe
Nigga sting you in your face
Like you got the mumps, kim spit that shit give ya niggaz goose bumps
Honey girl
train to blow
Just LA said
It was me and bro we was at the store
Me and bro got 50 cent cakes
By the way that I'm bussing they think I'm the lakes
Left
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
what was that shit
Niggaz got the shit backwards, it's drastic
Will the dollar move, or will we rely on plastic
Throw that shit, we're gonna rely
two Coronas, I dominate my opponents
To the hardcore niggaz, keep on, motherfucker
Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By
do
You betta not step
Now nigga move back
Let me catch my breath
Bring it, bring it back to the floor
So sick with an ass so fat
It's
was famous
My naked wrist look like it got
Hit by a couple of paintas
Im gettin money but the fact
That im gangsta nevea changes
I goy my Locs on waitin
crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin niggaz by the twenty
And shootin by the fifty
the bus
[Necro]
You'll have your head handed to you, end up a dead bandit
Slayed by the commander of brutal, you betta understand it
We using
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!
I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50
advice is move clever
They all know bullets don't got names
So they bound to go through whoever
Every day could be yo last day
Made like five thousand
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, "rocks, blows,
Move in too late
Check my nigga its 11 past 3
Dip on the bill and stole Tooth Paste
4 hoop earring shoe lace
Do better in a new sweater rockin
What?? Sunz of Man
You know what I'm sayin??
Four of us, about to just spit on this track
True master shit
Word up
Ya?ll niggaz move back
Sunz get this
(Tre is that a band?)
Im finna get out the hood
Just to come back in some new shit
They say Im misunderstood
Give a fuck about ya two cents
I see
don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchise!
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
with mine, you'll have no winnings
Let these mother scratchers know from go ginnin
They better move slow like old women
We want the whole cake, whole
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