Lyrics:
I was digging in them couches trynna scrape up 50 cents
Had good intents
You see houses, I see licks
All I was some chips
Just me and my woes
I don't
was taught you got to get it how you spit it
Shoeboxes throw rocks hawk spit or talk shit
Killer city better watch ya might get set up by some hoes
is bent
Count up every cent
You want money
It get honey
Don't get bitchy
That's suspicious
I wanna do what I wanna do
But ma's rent don't get paid by
right
Brain dead you need cents like 50
Cause won't you to love me like Bobby and Whitney
No
'Cause even if I leave alone, I'm good
And even
trip I'll come for yo head
[50 Cent]
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin' ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin' you so long
The top
trip I'll come for yo head
[50 Cent]
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin' ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin' you so long
The top
Ayy, Red Flame nigga this for all my dope
Dealers nigga if you done sold crack, if you
Done sold dope nigga stand up if you got
That crack nigga,
with nothing to find though
Thought you bought a J but the 50 was nice though
Now that you're broke with no money to ride home
Its no longer funny
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
50 Cent, nigga (Uh, huh) , Tony Yayo (yeah)
Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?)
Yeah, and you don't stop
I do a one-eight-seven
glizzys
We won't think to leave you shitty
Slide with them threes, that shit ain't pretty
Twin Glocks, both holdin' that fifty
Since a youngan, chasin'
Bullets fly by cha cha blow in the wind
One afta' another and another
How they come slippin out the clips
see 'em flip and hm hum
[B.G.]
You see how Hot
not Dee Potts
XD on me, X you out, get popped for that watch
Banana clip be sitting in the K we at Jurassic Park
Rambo finna slide on these niggas, he
come get me
If you, if you want it, come get me
[50 Cent]
Nigga, you violate, I regulate, rat-tat-tat
Bigger shells - they fit in that banana clip
bitch
Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent
(And I don't wanna talk about it, oh)
I'm makin' millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah,
need for a stylist
Extend my clip
It got a barrel with a silence
Play about mine, know my niggas get to wyling
We young
There be new blue hundreds by
over
Whole city lit Whole city lit
We gonna have the whole city lit
I mean really lit
Yea yea
I’m trying to get really rich
I mean 50 cent
Or ima die
blue lights and hit the left
All these pigs just want a check give two fuck bout my rep
I know niggas who is dead step by step think I'm next
Keep your
my shoes or afford to pay my dues
Wit your cartoon crews, you niggaz destined to lose!
I rock Eminem and 50 Cent crowds
And spend most of my weekends
they're pursuing
But it's my stomping ground where herds get blown down
Think I'm getting caught by beasts you's a damn clown
Check the drums of death
you fuck with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aw nigga don't trip, you gon' make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick, wet up your whip
Shots to his chest Fifty Cent like its Many Men
Yeah, Fifty Cent like it's many men
I been getting to the bag I won't stop now
Just like Kyle Lowry you
But they'll look and say Damn
I could throw down tequila
Put slugs and banana clips that'll slow down gorillas, girl
Move like you in a Hula Hoop
the trigger
Spice-1 the giggity gangsta nigga
Oh shit it's a glock and a clip
Put the clip in the glock put the glock by my jock
In my neighborhood niggas
still rep the turf
I still rep with Birk you thought it was Birk
You thought it was Ken
Thought it was Ken
Shit that I do got twelve on my body like Brady
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