Lyrics:
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin
and ride for 50 cents
I been dawgin hoes for years but I got caught by Micheal Vick
Bitch I'm flooded on my neck and bitch I'm flooded on my wrist
Do me
loving myself
For a while you tried to help, you really tried to be strong
But by the time I learned my lesson, you were already gone
Now, it's a 50/50
girls snakes
What they be doing
Keep my circle small
Who gone answer that call
Willing To risk it all
It's really get rich
Or die trying
50 cent wasn't
(50 Cent)
Might just fuck the nigga bitch
I ain't got shit to do (yeah, I can)
Gotta put my shit on DND soon
As I hit the booth (Hit the booth)
Why you
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
to go both ways
Let me see that ID just for proof
Or pour the drink 'til the vermin's gone
Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
Before it
to go both ways
Let me see that ID just for proof
Or pour the drink 'til the vermin's gone
Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
Before it
They gone say a young nigga fell off I just been getting them sells off
Real nigga til the end of time so ion care what they tell ya
Pop a pill
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
the magician, the pack gone it's missin'
I got a ho and she got a hoe and now they both kissin'
Do you remember, the life I was livin'?
I'm callin' the plug,
the money
Had to flip the plates cause I was hungry
Til this day my stomach still be touching
If my family ate then I'll be thuggin'
Don't need no food to eat
wit the money
Had to flip the plates cause I was hungry
Til this day my stomach still be touching
If the family ate then I'll be thuggin
Don't need no
don't need her hit her then I leave it
I'm in it she screaming beat it til she leaking
My flow can't be stopped they listen and repeat it
Big steppa come
to that check
Gotta make it
It's my destiny
And I thuggin' 'til the death of me
They left me all by myself
I depending on me 'cause I'm the realist that I
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
got the whole spot
I don't gas it, bitch I gallop
Whippin' work since a pre-teen
I'm reminded by the callusses
In the Hellcat challenger
Quarter-mill in
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: B.G.]
Look, I try to stay low-key when I'm on the block (block)
But I'm known by name by every cop (every cop)
But I don't care,
distress
Now all this mackin’ I been dealing in got me stacking my dividends
A pocket full of change I gave 50 cent out to many men
I slam my doors my
put ya pants on, get ya ass gone
9 times outta 10 you ain't stayin long
Devil ass niggas I've been tryin not to stand on em
Mayne I'm hot, mayne ya'll
working hard until a ninja see his end
don't need no friends ain't shit gang
you cant get in
We still gone pop for Skizz forever a hooligan
Til i see my
'til we see the feds, bitch I'm 'bout to ball
Pack said touchdown, know he 'bout to call
You know I don't play about my dawgs
You know we don't stop
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