Lyrics:
a quail-o then I lay low
Inside a mansion, Nokay-do
50 cents Fake-o Bay-bro
No see's in my lie
I need weed to get high
I need cheese to get by
After
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
Music killers
With itchy trigger fingers
Finger fucking lemon Squeezers
Brownsville Ebenezer
Rome the streets like Caesar
Hood scholars took 50 cent
You can catch me in the hood smokin' good, posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
The hood smokin' good,
they can't fuck with me
Ran up the score, check the board, dawg
We up fifty (We up fifty)
All that ho shit you pulled? Stuck with me
Made a hundred by
or a devil next door
gotta kick the fucker down gotta see once more
Forgetting who I am like Drew Barrymore
50 first dates but we're only keeping score
based
Homeless people even be plotting Mayne
Nowadays senseless how we follow these trends
Feel like 50 cent can't trust many men
If they see ya stacking them ends
Gang shit we ain't tryna exchange shit
Get some sloppy toppy from my main bitch
If it wasn't for me if it wasn't for me You'd be in the hood you'd be
don't gotta pay a cent
Say the word and it's on
And then we gon' get lit
Until early in the morn'
You so bad that I put it in a song
Said baby you the one
lika gatherin
So dont be playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon
I flash the merch
You gon think it's 50 Cent cause it's a Massacre
Roll with me if you're ready to party
We gon make a dance floor of the hotel lobby
she sick, she better lay low
For the niggas who be claiming my hood
And really ain't from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm just
pour me up a drink
And roll me up some dank
We made it out the hood
Now we living good
Mine don’t play about me
And I don’t play about mine
If you roll
is sticky stuff
Ew
Favorite color pink so I count fifty bucks
That bitch wanna smash but I can't give no fuck
You're cute
That bitch wanna smash
Bee
I
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
every zone
Yeah 1 through 6
Nigga don’t you swing my door
For less than a brick
I got more power in the street than 50 Cent
(50) if I was on molly still
Yeah, it's 50
Look, you need me man
You need me
I mean, you hate me
But you need me
'Cause I got the best product man
I mean look, it's pure,
the hood
Too many drugs used in the hood
We all young black and abused in the hood
15 years old, they got him doin life
No sense to keep cruisin I'ma keep
round
We make the world go round
From my town to your town
We on top, no stopping us now
We got Patron, the ballers two stepping
Ladies
always right There
Around the corner was on her 50 cent shit I was on my Nas shit
We use to argue bout who we thought was Better
Overtime that same Block
nigga we did we went and we got
We did it alone by ourselves
Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him
Know now for wealth
Stood our
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
money, Its pluser and pluser
Now if I want, Spend 10k on my diner
Spent fifty bands on sprinter
Uh
AR get blast by my shooters
The guy said the AP two
(Say something crazy)
(Wait what?)
Dirty dancing by myself riding solo
Fuck your Instagram I do not want no photos
Keep my dubs on the low low
Cold
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