Lyrics:
week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member
week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member
to my old bitch Ima ride past her
If the bitch not bringing in no pape I will not smash her
I don't even fuck with niggas forreal we is not matching
If my
to the bottom, 2009 mane these niggaz aint playin.
Got my first choppa for a bill 50 (mane!
!) mane I wish that bitch was still wit me.
As a juvenille hid it by
Ooh, lil' boy got that heat
Everything big dog status, you know what I mean?
From the jewelry to the cars to the clothes to everything that we
Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah
And it's easy to be 100
Get money be so redundant Turn 25 to a 50
Turn 50 into 100
Throw my hood up like
Who own it?
50 rounds, bust it down
Emkay
What we doing (Huh)
Taking them pounds, still bussin 'em down
Servin' the city (Servin)
50 rounds on me now, streets
fifty-eleven girls
Posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill
Brooklyn brim with my eyes sittin' low
Every boy in here with me got that smoke
And every
fifty-eleven girls
Posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill
Brooklyn brim with my eyes sittin' low
Every boy in here with me got that smoke
And every
in they own town
Fuck off the strip, 'fore I bust off a clip
My time is money I got to get the fuck off this brick
Follow me around and we'll see
Kanye when he crashed
In other word,s I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front-end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash
Used to gettin' thanks from (?)
Setting numbers in the hood, do what I say
Do tell 'em niggas break bread or fake dead
It (?) dead
50 million, I done
do wanna fuck we getting ah room
Hundreds fifty we flooding the room I’m hot like I got the flu
They like lil p calm down yeah that’s one thang I can’t
absurd)
No Peter but bird is the word, take off her shirt
Cuz she got tittes that bounce when she surf
Look at these biddies, like hundred and fifty, we
mobile)
This for my niggas with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggas who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my
anniversary
There's lots of people in this world that are worse than me
I wasn't there for my son's first words
But he ain't grow up in the hood like me we
but she got a nice body
I'm geeked up thinking this Buffie The Body
Ain't your name lil' Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double
Hit a nigga fell like 50 cent
Why your shorty always on her knees I told her go repent
I told her say sorry
Demons steady calling
We gon slime em' out I
the most, the hood was built to smash us flat
But I escaped 'cause I chased, what made me passion that
Now I got my skate team and spit these acid raps
So
have money
50 cent hug and some ruffles
I hated watching my grandmother struggle
We used to heat the house up with the oven
These niggas out here be
lease is up
Since Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as much
That's good, cause you got a grill like a fuckin truck!
DAMN HOMIE, it's history, over,
got soul
Niggas coming home from doing wild time
Talkin bout P - "Yo P I could rhyme"
50 Cent did it I could do the shit too
But you not 50, he
know we getting it
We running up shit in the city
I'm at a party my niggas be with me
I got the Glock and the bitch
Hold 50
Try to run off
And get hit up
sleepin'
We killin' shit, gon' 'head and leap (let's go)
Yeah, I get bitches by the two, I fuck her one time and I pass her to the slimes (slimes)
Got
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