Lyrics:
if I could wear my flea collar
You're looser than my poop after eating Honeydew
Only 50 Cent's been plugged more than you
And yet you're too old for
the old school cause rap on the whole
Isn't even twenty years old
Fifty years down the line, you can start this
Cause we'll be the old school artists
Yea
Ooze God
Flurr
And this somethin right here
Ready to die bitch you know how im comin
Momma be worried she know im in somethin
Sticc hold a 50 you
Set to BIG's "The World
Is Filled" instrumental
Yeah 50 Cent, uh huh
Governor, G-G-G-G-G-Unit'!
She ain't that chick from the burbs
That's
gon have a wonderful beautiful day
We gon keep smiling fuck what haters gon say
We gon keep getting to the money ok
Green please I need
50's 100's
on a paper plane
So I can't remember your name
Things changed
Since back in high school
Its cool
You can still slide through
Ridin' my own vibe
I'm so high
They're still keepin', youth asleep an'
We in the hood with heat and still beatin'
And we back with the rap that packs the room
Black tracks with
I keep tellin' all my opps to keep quiet
Cause when we come ain't gone be nun
But bodies
When he call I doing shit but gun down
, I ain't doin' nun
player ridin' in a foreign feature
Change em up like rentals yeah we change em up like rentals
Ridin' like the president, I'm presidential
Blowin' green
(Uh)
Feelin' like 50 they won't get a cent cent
No matter how many men (Ay)
Always been feeling like I've been ahead ahead
You know i been setting trends
to science
Do the tango, while rappers get strangled by the lone-shark
You be ridin' niggas dick, that's why you never make your own mark
I'm sober
this paid
Let alone all this fame
I was just inspired by the shit that Jody played
I'm talking 50 cent talking Shady talking Jay
This the shit I used
Big purple bubbles in my double cup
We are at the party so you know you gotta fuck it up
They all around me but sometimes I still can't feel the love
that's a mill' plus
Play both sides of the fence cause the Crips feel cause'
See me ridin with Nate, nigga it's still Blood
You can C-walk to this,
sides of the fence cause the Crips feel cause'
See me ridin with Nate, nigga it's still Blood
You can C-walk to this, homey it's still love
Nigga I've
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
me mine
Cause I'm pulling ma nine
With one thing that's on ma mind
Still waiting on the call
Homie supposed to be my dog
It done been more then
me mine
Cause I'm pulling ma nine
With one thing that's on ma mind
Still waiting on the call
Homie supposed to be my dog
It done been more then
thirteen cents
A bussel to ship it to Vancouver, fifty-hundred and sixty dollars
Within four years they'll likely be paying twice as much
And within
thirteen cents
A bussel to ship it to Vancouver, fifty-hundred and sixty dollars
Within four years they'll likely be paying twice as much
And within
stick' when he packin' they be backin' up[00:33.14]His bad bitch ain't never average Get her own bag and do the taxes[00:36.17]We mad rich and they mad
we still pitchin
All blue 7 you would thought I was crippin
All gold cross turned my
Friend to a christian
Hope I don't die before I turn 21
Not tryna
sides of the fence, 'cause the Crips feel cause'
See me ridin with Nate, nigga it's still Blood
You can see-walk to this, homey it's still love
Nigga I've
50 cent
I ain’t even worth a cent but I’m heaven sent
I’m hellbent on getting it on
By the bar I see a black blonde
(As I approach)
Hello ma’am, you
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