Lyrics:
[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,
school
50K a flip a dude but 20k a really do
Can't be dissing on the dead that type of shit gone get ya shot
In the kitchen whip the bowl and get sold
went to work
When she ain't wanna
So when i'm down n out
What you think
That i'm gone do
No matter what situation
I'm still gone get to da loot
Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ know
You niggas know about me
Cash Money Hot Boy play dog
And watch me cock it i'm a street nigga
We only like gangsta shit
Cause
weed was an everyday thang in my household,
And drinking liquor til' you out cold
And tho' I'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow
Bustin on them
smoke
Ill drop ten on da da beef
Otf shit I'm thuggin like lil reese
My ygs kutt asf
He gone kuttem like he Reese
I ain't never met hov
But I keep a rock
a plane
Higher than a Pilot
Bae I'm tryna fuck give me the booty like a pirate
Bae I'm tryna spin you like track lick on my private
Bae I can't wait til I
mash out hope I make it home
If they catch me then I'm gone so we put it on the line
Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle 'til you shine
See I been
(Ima get it)
Ima hustle til I get it, you ain't wit it keep ya distance (Uh)
Everything could go don't care if its bagged, get it missing (Gone)
Im too
of a couple fifties
Trappin at da sto by da blue flame u can catch me in da city
East lake wit my nigga quint, young shooter he gone keep a stick
Bet a hunnid
a bad back, bad back
Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel
Youngins trained to kill,
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
stop it,
Bitch I’m on go mode, ozs for the low low stop by my trap cause fa shit sho I got it, (fa shit sho)
Niggas be rapping these lies to they
in my ride by myself, I got my Glock out
And as soon as some shit pop off I'm gone rock out (you know that, nigga)
I'm gon' get high by myself, I'm
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
niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change
gettin' money like we growin' it
A lot of 150 dollar bottles got us pourin' it
Drinkin' 'til I'm throwin' it, I'll see y'all in the morning
See me put
[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,
Nails (where)
In my eyelids now (what), I'm seein' diamond sales
Like I'm in Zales (yeah)
Without a doubt, by any means, if rap was skinny jeans
I
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
through the spring and
The summer show them niggas you
Been thuggin grind in silence who
Talk the most do the least it hold more
Weight certified by
like 50 cents for a bag a ramen noodles
I got change for a 100, you know?
Yo, I picked you up
You know what I’m saying
Nigga my car in the shop man, I’m
Nobody gassin' me
I'm Dumb pressure make diamonds, but it
Make bitch niggas folded know where I'm From
50 Cent got many men to tell the truth
Bitch ass
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