Lyrics:
Bigger then the average
Kay yes I rep my city too
Rolling through I'm bullet proof
Guess you can't tell thats my coupe
Fuck you know it's tinted
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your
them, wait, what else can I say?
Flow tunes
You know I rep Boy Better Know all day
You will see me in a green
Mercedes A-Class, blazing a zoot
Smiling
the pen? Walk the shit in
Kamikaze it
Eight-fifty navy blue, kill like a Laker do
Twenty inch chrome shit
Who must I say to you
Watch what your lady do
We
of a knife
Kill you twice
Watch your whole team sink in the blink of an eye
Quicker than that
You are laid out before the lids meet
50s Mcs couldn't murder
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about
tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
'Cause we gon' reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact, homie, you go against me
tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
'Cause we gon' reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact, homie, you go against me
a lot a looks cuz I gave London its rep
Got the kettle on the stove pack a tea in the clip
Rolls Royce rims pay a fee to see my whip
In London I do
And before I even knew it, out she came (uh-oh)
With the tight gold clip, and the dark brown frame (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
How you so quick fi net? (Net)
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
Been had switches, I know what them fullys do
I'm a vibe, let me know what you wanna do
Ain't no fun by yourself, bring a friend or two
(We be
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
than iron
Drillers everywhere I go (Go)
Shawty wanna fuck (I know)
Bunch of killers, Chicago (Kill)
Fifty clip, full five oh
I'm running the gun on you
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
Killa, you know you boys in trouble now
I hit the ave, comin' up and I'm comin' down
UGS4Life, so you know I rep that underground
They love the sound, you
ain't no tryna talk it out
I got 50 on this chopper, tryna chalk you niggas out
Spin your bin with these sticks, tryna knock you niggas down
No playin'
I am
You stuck in line rush hour Jackie Chan
Take one for the team call me iron man
Like 50 cent I guess that I'm the man
Hein
Swear my dick is
Remix, Remix, Remix
Remix, Remix, Remix, Remix
[Verse 4: T.I.]
You Knowin' My Attitude Shitty, Only A Buck Fifty
So I Keep The Smitty's Wit Me, Shhh They
stop when they hit you in your top and back
No cocking back, silly motherfucker, you ain't heard 'bout this
The clips hang down to the dick
That's
stop when they hit you in your top and back
No cocking back, silly motherfucker, you ain't heard 'bout this
The clips hang down to the dick
That's
cents
So now we count by tens
Are you ready to begin
It goes 10, 20 30, 40, 50, 60, 70 80, 90, a dollar
It goes 10, 20, 30 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 90, 2
face while the camera watches from the dresser[00:50.33]smell of plastic burning from the hair dryer, don't you dare touch my shit with a hot
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