Lyrics:
me? I'm feeling empty
Inside of my memories, got on my Fendi
That Glock hold 'bout fifty
Better hope you don't miss me
Light that boy up like
acres each to live on
Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm living through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning
You just start visitin spots, I've been by
And the hell with a throwback nigga, I've been fly
[P. Diddy]
Come on now
[Loon]
Definitely real, spend
the sensi
I'm a real rude boy tell me what you can't see
M.O.B. is how I'm livin up your girl fancy
Once again yeah g style freestyle let me out
Loud, this
of the time and I don't get no sleep
Don't get me confused with just any other Chad
I'm a freak and unique and all them other boys can stay mad
My time here is
I'm a real G
Yeah I'm getting dough boy (Doe Boy), oh really
I'm saucy with it, yeah I keep a napkin when I rap
Putting beats up in a chokehold
Clayton Powell boy who want it
50 paces out hit them butterflies in ya' stomach
[Skeemo]
Ayo we deep nothin' less than twenty two people
I'm street I rap
Fuck niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live, fuck niggas won't multiply
Fuck niggas
Long black hair with the white rag
40 cent Faygo in a brown bag
Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack
Chillen by my side 'cause my Posse's stacked
I
Rouge keep a big bitch attitude real rude
L.I.G im real cool don't thank that I'm a lil dude
Beef's to me like bar-b-que its nothing at all
Thought
attitude real rude
L.I.G im real cool don't thank that I'm a lil dude
Beef's to me like bar-b-que its nothing at all
Thought that ratchet was a fool a bay
shit, it was ninety-nine cents (bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else has been
50k wit no deal /
Pro se for the apple /
Shake on it got real :
I no da dada for real /
He homicidal for real/
Verified wit 3 kills /
Nigga ain't
got real
Young black boy runnin', got me out of that field
Made a livin' off game, you should get it on film
I ain't never your kind, late but I'm
for the last twenty years
If you real mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Yeah and it is what it
for the last twenty years
If you real mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Yeah and it is what it
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
Ape on me, feel like I'm fifty
Smoking on opps, I get trippy
You said I was broke, boy, you kidding
I feel like a hero this H on me
Bitches be dying
Roy
Every girl and boy knows only 2 numbers by heart
That hoe's Marina from second floor and D-Boy's
And we don't care where you come from
You better
rude boy shit, criminology lefit
Legalize dude to get me mega-rich Selassie I
We can all get by if we unify
Gettin' chinky eye off the stimuli,
a glove
I got love for the one to be tuned in
Didn't get two cent it was too thin
Two tied up into a tube bin
Threw two for the one to just move in
Too real
Yeah
So if you say, "nigga", then I'ma say, "Is that a Ritz?" Mmm, ooh
Fifty niggas deep (deep), hunnid niggas step
Million Man March (mmm), cracker,
at the zoo, cause the trenches had grabbed me
50 cents for chips, 2 for a dollar, break a bag, not stingy
She got a cute face, I compliment, bet I be in her
of Floyd done put that fear into many men
Many men
Fifty Cent Many Men
I'm not a fan can't pretend
Shit get crazy where my baby
Rock my baby FN
Shorty mad
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