Lyrics:
cream
Nigga, fuck bitches
Pussy lips, contraband for chips
Sold all kinds of shit
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips
Switched all kinda clips
50 raised,
train to blow
Just LA said
It was me and bro we was at the store
Me and bro got 50 cent cakes
By the way that I'm bussing they think I'm the lakes
Left
Money, cash, coins and bills
Now listen closely and
Bring your math skills
You can tell by their size
And by their decoration
Just how much they're
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
to drummin' (Grrt)
Pussy (Grrt)
Drive by you rookie
Wanna see me? Book me (21)
You mad 'cause your wifey choosin', wanna give me cookie (21)
When I get my
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
Yuh, I'm at the gunsmith, we got big clips
You gon' try me bitch, you gon' never live
(Fuck you lil' bitch, you don't wanna die)
I got the 30 clip
you ain't nothin but a pup
Shit feel different when you get it out the mud
And fuck ya two cents I dont give two fucks
Aye
But I ain't never lettin up
can't be standing still so if you could, get out my way
I'm polite but do not play, when that light turns to shade
I clip my wings put on my horns
wonder can I sell 11 mill like 50 cent
Cause platinum ain't enough I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed love to shoot dices
Say my life style
life
You feel me? I did what I wanna do
I do what I wanna do
You know I took over just to get this
You niggas know I rep this shit
You feel me? Working
debt
Sefa
Let me get this senorita
Ivan Dr8ko
Nice to meet ya
Girl you a baddie
I fuck with you heavy
Put nine in a opp
Have them thinking they fifty
I'm
all that nonsense
Saying imma kill you but I know its fucking nonsense
Imma pull up with the stick
Yeah Im about to pop shit
Im not fifty cent but imma
me, see you I ain't never rep B
Can't rep no C no beef fight me
Haha, aye
I got my choppa on hip though
Walk through this shit on my motherfucking tip
missing
Keve got the drac in the clip it hold 50
Come get to hoe idk why you stressin her
Bought a fronto just to roll up that pressure
If he speakin foul
Paris pray for em
I call a drip on my self
I drop a band on my belt
I bust the clip by my self
Nigga il send you to hell
Yall niggas dont want it
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
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
yall still local im in a million dollar studio laying my vocals nigga.
[50 cent]
Still in tha projects nigga, you aint goin nowhere, u gonna be in
given to you right now
Ain't no games getting played
You know who this be nigga
Asshole By Nature, Slow Loud And Bangin
Better yet relax, I got this
It's
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters
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