Lyrics:
People dying in the hood so we’re just praying
That we make it through today without us laying
'Bookey 'niggas in the hood so we stay surveying
We
chickens,
I don't wanna talk about it (I don't want to talk about it)
[50 Cent]
Go head and ask me what I'm ridin' in
So I can say the Enzo, my bitch
(riders)
Ridin through the city wit my eastside niggas (riders)
And you already know I’m wit the whole hood right now (right now)
Ridin down Mendenhall
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka
Gettin' fed through his arm in a hospital will slim him up
Get it through yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers, light the block up, iller than
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-g-unit!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
above, killed you
You and you it's a dub bitches be weird Claimin' they a ho, goddamn, you were dumb
Ran through, I can't even cum heartless
See you
that fair
Can't show no fake love
Take a trip to Philly
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million
Can't show no fake love
Take a trip
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
bite your ass like a pick
Run the hood where you get killed, where you sit
Get your motherfuckin' wig split
Ridin' through the low key, through the I.E.
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
try frontin?
I?mma make that nigga run outside
See I'm a, thug for real, I hold the steel
And I could walk you through the hood on the darkest hill
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent; can I live
Winners win said I couldn't, then I did again and again
I'm a winner I got through it; no excuses
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
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
cross da map
Gotta bankroll, Ridin thru da hood wit da pistol in my lap
Jus a young trap nigga
Tryna be a rap nigga
I be sellin drugs, I be wit da thugs,
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka,
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
Gettin' fed through his arm in a hospital will slim him up
Get it through yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers, light the block up, iller than
these bad bitches diggin' it (let's go)
Ridin' with a .50, she gon' fuck all this Givenchy, uh (fuck all that)
Lambo' truck with my shooters with some
eventually ceases to
Be controlled by a fear of what
Life can bring - James Baldwin
For well over a year 50 Cent
Had been working on what
Was meant to be hist
from her, cause she borin'
Top down in a horse, I give two cents bout a whore
Like I'm dark, I'm feelin' like the voice
Pushin' the P like I'm ridin
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