Search results for 'real rude boys by 50 cent' Page #11

Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like

ah foreign (pussy)
Real rude boys, different with the warrant
Don't like repeating myself so just take this as a warning
Used to love the chirp, my

turned her round, and then I fucked her gave her 50 cents
Fuck her from the back,all she wanted was some hot chips
Hope you know by now I'm Young reckless

the house, she said I was a target
But she don’t know I got this glock in me closet
Big belly rude boy moving silence no talking
Feds did a sweep I flushed it

Robert Takbar

Mama put me out the house
She said I was a target
But she don’t know I got
This Glock in me closet
Big belly rude boy, moving silence
No

disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year

Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50

got good vision rudeboy listen
Don't fuck about
There'll be a rude boy missing
When the goons start fishing i'm a LON kid
I got the hood snakes hissing

do the nasty shit off liquor
Fuck water 'cause my blood real thicker
GoonRich was my muhfuckin' nigga, my brother
He wasn't born nigga by the same

to hear some grown folks music, I'm not knocking hip-hop, it's cool
		It's just that in our case there's a time and place for 50 cent and Ja-Rule

Verse  :

in the hood
I'm a Asshole By Nature I
Make it rain real good

Ro and Trae - Assholes By Nature no doubt
Motherfucker can you stand the rain?
Cause if

wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's a real nigga for ya

(2x)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga

Posse On Verner

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 3

2001

In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot

and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,

Rap Game

Eminem

8 Mile

2002

and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,

over 50 cent get the strap
Rental cars from Silver Boys, we pullin up in black

Life's a gamble, no fish table, we high stacks
You niggas fake, I know

motion

Had to switch the beat up again
No fifty cent in this church we got many men
I pray again every time that I just sin again
I need the grace, need

a train on these pussy boy asses
I run this shit
I run that shit
Pull a fifty rack flight first class shit
I'm a real top shotter in a coupe
It's a lot

Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit

This rap shit plays

bro
When folks call roll up you
Gon' have to show us
50 for the watch, 50 for the whip
50 for the hitman too
Put a 50 on your head little boy now
I show

wanna get back cool, but you was rude, but you can't blame me, I tried
We keep it real, don't go against us, cause we pull up disguised
Crazy how time

him no home at all
He ain't got a livin' cent
I'm just a poor boy lookin' for a home
Lookin' for a place to call my own
Poor boy lookin' for a home

a Bradford Bull and I'm a City Gent, I'm a PIMP like 50 Cent
And when the traction go when I hit the bends, whip the bends, pull up and hit your ken
I'ma

Off the Wall

Redman

Nutty Professor II: The Klumps

2000

bald men
Decided to write songs to teach Mouseketeers to sing
I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad luck

a big toe
Me and my bro was down bad, we was too low
Fifty cent cake, know I had to get two of em'

White lil' thick bitch, call her lil' Debbie cake
She