Lyrics:
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
headin to the block with that
But the 50's on my dick, so I maneuver more
Cook the books and clean the money, what you call it? Doin chores
I be maneuver
not my bro please get this nigga out my face
Ridin by my lonely lately I ain't feelin safe
Niggas claimin that they know me but they don't know what it
independent still-still
That's what we wanted
But this shit don't even feel real
20 racks, I got 20 racks, I need 50 bitch
RSG, REDSTAR be the gang we
In
Yo man, you gotta be, you know
You gotta be on to die, man, what's up with that?
Yo bro-shot
Yeah, word up bro-shot
Uh, we need some brothers
Yo man, you gotta be, you know
You gotta be on to die, man, what's up with that?
Yo bro-shot
Yeah, word up bro-shot
Uh, we need some brothers
me stay up out that water, but I'm hard headed should've listened
To the money we committed
By any means we gone get it
We play with the scraps we was
Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same Niggas Wouldn't Offer To Give Me Shit
Niggas Hate You When You Rich, But Love When You Broke
I Never Knew I Had So Many
one is for you
Keep on keeping it true
Fuck haters and again
Cause we don't play the game
To say we play we play to win (And l be)
Leaning to the side
Of what's inside my head that's like free rent
My brand named cereal should be called
Chock full o regrets
Half a dollar like I'm fifty cents
Please don't
uh
Still be beating that block up like I'm equal dollar
Nigga rich like Roddy
I'll crack a taco, shit
Told bro do him wrong we know he a snake
Bogard, who ridin' Marvin?
No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'
But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers
You stick around and watch my
No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'
But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers
You stick around and watch my money lay ya
And I know
yall still local im in a million dollar studio laying my vocals nigga.
[50 cent]
Still in tha projects nigga, you aint goin nowhere, u gonna be in
We go back like four flats on the Cadillac
Nigga, you ain't never been to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, today was a good day
You ain't never
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
todavía son erráticos
Wisin y yandel!
The warriors jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que
don’t forget - I be in battle too
We outnumbered 50-1
Many with guns
Many with bias by us trying to get us to run
I know that Ella Mai have made it sound
wouldn't front for y'all
It's money over everything and bitches under all, M-O-B
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' (yeah, yeah, shorty)
We
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
And why do we call ourselves niggaz 4 life
Cause if we die we still gone? be some dead niggas.
You don't really think you're gonna get away, do
And peace be still and not do fines
So fuck a fix it ticket, you pull me over and might see
One of your bitches
Ridin', ridin', round that open street
I
Had a telescope; still can't find my father
Paid 50 Cent 50¢ for Vitamin Water
Near the light and I feel the closest
Ate a Ding Dong
A Nutty Bar and I
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