Lyrics:
The baddest Bobbysoxer that you ever seen
Reppin' my team
We real all the time, so my squad keen, bing
Dave, it's me Sinatra and my boy Dean
The way we
sque-di
C'est cent pour cent pour le 113 gang
Pour le 113 Clan
Kimbad au microphone, œil pour œil
Dent pour dent
C'est pour les rude boys et
Pour les
that bitch, then pulled off with her friend (skrrt)
"How he get that?" Shh, just know we got it in (brrt)
Gave my partner fifty cent, he shot many men
around your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm
like fluid
Get a 50 pack and we run right through it
Make dem boys tuck it in cause I'm all iced out
87-32 yeah, you know what I'm about
HA HA, you
the shooter
[Verse One: 50 Cent]
I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang out
Find out shit is real when I'm at you with that thang out
Cause all kind of commotion
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
Timbaland sounds so good
But I might not be ready i don't know
If I spend a 100 grand on the beat
Then we
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
never come when you get on yeah yeah know when me come is fee done de show real rude boy from me little and a grow every time me step pon de sean picture
Minaj
Ima young nigga I get lots of guap
Fendi flip flops
Gucci tube socks
Ima rude boy
Ima trap boy
50 racks on me big mood Yea
Big mood
10 racks
beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney
Cagney is a favorite he is my boy
He don't jive around he's a real McCoy
Chuck D yeah, you tellin' Flav
50 Cent
Ooh Yeah
Diamonds dancing Janet Jackson
Ooh Yeah
Rhythm Nation serving patients
Ooh Yeah
Fire medicine gas heaven sent
Ooh Yeah
Dranking
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
Nigga, hahaha (oh)
Yeah (yeah)
Here we go again (it's Shady, haha)
Shady Records mixtape (50 Cent)
The Invasion (G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit)
Part Two
Yeah
It's Shady, ha ha (woo)
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (ha ha)
Here we go again
Yeah (what? Huh-huh, ha ha)
Does it make you mad when I
it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit
boys live
A nick for Abraham Lincoln give me a high five
Niggas with no storage gon flip the channel man
I got them green and them orange Alexander
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
to bang my shit
I gotta add my fifty cent to give your bitch the magic stick
Lil baby this Drip too hard with that wave you drown on
No I'll never bite my
flights are tragic
Laughing straight to the bank
50 cent
Tryna make a dollar outta 15 cents
Jet lag but I still can't sleep
Sleep's for the rich
Niggas
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Discuss these real rude boys by 50 cent Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In