Lyrics:
some young niggas in my city,
Don't got one cent ride with the fifty
It's some young niggas in my city,
Get all the hundreds and get all the fifties
Get
a mallet and a bell, just awaiting a rude awakening
Out here yellin' World's Fair until the name ring
Hailing from a place where every nigga wanna be king
on the Westside
Nigga (Ridin', ride on, what we be?)
We ballin', ha! For real, for real
Fo' real, I gotta bust the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin'
Really ain't shit to go load up, get it in
Slide on his block
Fuck around and spin again
Shot that lil' boy 9 times like 50 Cent
Give me that brain, bitch
[Feat Dee Money]
[Young Jeezy Chorus]
Street niggaz...
Real niggaz..
Street niggaz...
Gangsta niggaz...
Real niggaz...
Street niggaz...
[Dee Money
[Violent J]
Rude Boy and Chucky down wit the clown
First time we ever went to Mexican Town
I remember, we couldn't pay the bill, they got hot
And beat us
Ooooooooooooo
Ooooooooooooo
Ooooooooooooo
Ooooooooooooo
They want me to turn it up want me to burn it up lemme get in my hot zone real quick
My aura
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed
(yeah)
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow
Help, I've fallen, I can't get up
I live in dark, get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, minute man
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,
dope
You fin' to lose when dope
Fiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab
And tell that bitch to get gone
,
(50 cent)
Niggas still mad they sissy,
Before I leave out I'm clutching my strap and telling this lil hoe to kiss me,
(Mwah)
Bitches saying they love me
Hold up, Back at it again
Right back to the money I ain't leaving not a cent
Shout out to my Africans yeah I gotta represent
Black star to the heart
Super hero
Clark kent
Feel like 03
50 cent
I done gave more
Then I spent
Let me vent
another knot
Keep your bank on swolle and your honey in the pot, bitch
Because I can back it I can't help but talk shit
Feeling like 50 Cent when he
gettin' rings like Sonic
On the hang glide damn I'm so damn fly
This swag kill a nigga so hard
I just seen his man die
Stand by, I got bitches
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it
514-50 négro, j'suis dans mon réseau
SP:
Rude boy, criminal SP comme initiales.
Hostile, je commence bien pis je finis mal.
No dress code, city
at
Brooklyn, New York City where they paint murals of Biggie
In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
What a pity. Blunts is still fifty
at
Brooklyn, New York City where they paint murals of Biggie
In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
What a pity. Blunts is still fifty
homey got shit locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin the six-fo'
50 Cent
See me stop like you just seen break lights
Pinky ass nigga, that's yo ass nigga
50 cent gem star watch how it slash niggas
From the forehead
been a nerd boy
Ay still fit for plex, bro who up next
I'm a dog for real boy
These thoughts in my head just won't let me relax
Not gone off no pills but
Cent, is that your net worth
Travis Scott, your bod look like an action figure
Light, dark, faux, real
Jay-Z you still an old dude
Dicky, comedy rap is
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