Lyrics:
was by him
Whoever said big boys don't cry was lying
Yeah, cuz' i'm the biggest here
Wish that i could shed a tear
Took a trip up to a pier
Just so that
long way to go
Just a yute, I was confused when I saw my family takin' coke
I understand it now that I'm grown
Real trap boy, I don't play with my
your sh*t ain't coming out
Now know I got sick beats, and crazy vocals
MC's don't wanna see me on the scene I take it old school like
Nah rude boy
getting faked out by these fake ass people
No way
They just wanna talk now, tryna catch me slippin'
Wait, what?
I'm looking at a dog kennel
Cause all I see
you knew right
Six shooters on three dirt bikes
Fifty cal real I think your type like
(Fifty cal I think your type)
Get money it's just one way
We ain't
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
Cocaine,
Bring it 'cross the water,
When it touch down,
as a muthafucka
Shit, what you got in mind
Word on the street is them south block niggaz got that work
For Real
My homeboys done peep the scene and confirmed
they can't fuck with me
Ran up the score, check the board, dawg
We up fifty (We up fifty)
All that ho shit you pulled? Stuck with me
Made a hundred by
you
while i'm sitting poolside looking real cool
with a Grape flavored 50 cent juice
made for one, the corner store lady gimme two
nigga thats love,
Gardena to Gardere, Louisiana (woo)
We was at Louisiana, came up off them snack packs
50 cent for Shastas, itchy blop up in the backpack
Little Caesar
like I'm OG King
Wished death upon by many men, like I was 50 Cent
I've been standing out on them street lights, on some foreign engineer
Big booty
Can't get a ten piece, need a dollar fifty worth
Knucklehead nigga, yeah, you turned into a crook
But swear up and down, boy, that you ain't hooked
You
a body in a ditch
Beat yo ass up like, MOSHPIT, "huh, bro, i am 50 cent"
Die For My Bitch, you go die from this clip,
Holding 300 rounds, blow off some
(Thank you, Bizounce)
(Luci, LuciG)
What's love to a broken heart? (Yeah)
Want love? Got to know your part (your part)
I can tell by her hair
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
On a reals it feels like
I've been impaled on a steel spike
But still fight, for my girls and real guys
In the real grind that write real rhymes
It's the boy
off our dicks
Never fucking with them loud-ass
Clicks and crews
And bucking down busters that be acting rude
'Cause these niggas and these hoes
On some
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,
real
Fuck them crackers they ain't shit my brother waiting on a appeal
Oh he say what they boy say what might send lil kobe on a drill
That lil bitch
but gettin' big
Half the niggas I run wit' gettin' jig
The other fifty cent balancin' a bid
Oh shit, got this bitch seeded
To God I pleaded
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
Unlucky for me coz your a broke bitch
But don't get it twiss that's not lucky for you
I'm the fucking dude, I'm the guy
I don't mean to be rude
But if I
got a drum if i see many men plot then i'm shooting out the 50 (50 Cent)
We finna squeeze if we keep spinning know we be twisting hard then a titty
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