Lyrics:
dollars, I'm about my cents
I'm not a mark either, so bitch don't trip
I don't need to make money, I'm no chester
Rap on what I want, I'm a beat collector
and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen
could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
it
This be ‘My Introduction'
‘My Introduction'
This my introduction to this rap game, tha facts man
90% of this BAY rap nowadays is crap man
Mother fuckers jump to conclusions
Try and box me somehow I always comeback like Rocky
ASAP gave me some game he said I'm iller than any of these rap
Kendri-ck
Hey, maior que o Game, foda-se o Game
Maior que o meme, maior que o 50 Cent
Hey
Esse monte de merda aí que rola em cima da gente, né
toast
By fate
Rugga chose the name
Now Im da man at da dice game
Who tryna get struck
I always play the lightning
Casino got a shot
Such a sight man
When
different heat
But when we move the macs for Game, cuz we on the same beat
So if you f**k wit blood, then you f**k wit us
And we ain't bustin' duds, cuz we
like weight
Ask about me
Worldwide baby
Worldwide baby (A yeah yeah)
Ice Cube makin' more money in the rap game
Than some of you can (A yeah
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
Fuck niggas, spark the weed up
Shit been watered down, the rap game they need us
Real niggas to intervene, they interject
Got a bitch naked, got
+Vivica+ and never gave her +50 Cent+ (ha ha!)
And I bet you ain't ready for war yet (uh)
My niggaz got stripes, who walk around like the Barbershop
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
come back
With my scratch, bitch I was born to mack
To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that
I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap
Only
to mack
To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that
I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap
Only a few MC's get to hang that plaque
On the wall
Like the 'pollo, I
The holy spirit of Chicago
Married to the game
I should have took the bitch to Cabo
I know, I know like Bill Withers, feel niggas
Hussle seem to rush?
Las Vegas, strip pop, yeah, you creamed them punks
After all that lookin' tough, all he seen was stomps
50 Cent and Mayweather
cash getter, bag spender, from the city
Wanna be on tv doing film like I'm 50
Ima rap star, not a rock star, cause I'm bigger
I got billionaire dreams
Seagulls always lurking for anything that you've got
And where I'm from if you start then you probably won't ever stop
Slanging 50's like its 50 cents a pop
…time to play around, what is this? (humming
Singing) 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
Gather all my thoughts
All the bullshit I experienced is
Coming out right now
92 of ‘em wack
Call 9 double 1, I'm serving the streets crack
I'm a 90's baby, the 90's made me
The golden age of rap was when I was born, man that
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