Lyrics:
Cake, that's Canada probably
We gon' make the drop where it go the safest
Keep it real, fake it 'til you make it
They be that bitch nigga that's hatin'
niggas, still claiming that they better
All my niggas been gorillas, still totin on beretta's
Streets knowin we official, aint by ourselves bitch we
(brrt)
Know we locked in from Harlem way to Bompton
And we top ten, on blogs, we be the topic
Tell 'em, "Stop it," we got it, them niggas dropped it
way
So why wa wa why you wanna play me?
I be, top notch
I be keepin you ridin flyin high
Wit no stunts, circus goats, or no ropes
Still be sky high
No
like, "Dugg, one enough"
Still bought two to be safe
You know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay
Whatever we spent on the sixth, we
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
'
The gangsta Gibbs and we cruising down these ghetto streets
You checkin' out his trials, seeing how they be
His cup full of pink, mines full of brown
And you
shit and I like to buy shit
Shit, I'm gettin' stupid money, what else we gon' do with money?
Bitch, we be ballin' out, the king, bring me fifty bottles
access to me
You let em lie long enough and they start to believe
This the level that I'm rappin still
A hundred thousand ain't a record deal
It can't be
And it came with a 50
Most of y'all don't wanna see me winning
That nigga one cent just like a penny he flipping
It's Cup
Look
Yeah
We pop up
To your
que el está al lado mío (aha)
Por eso soy un sobreviviente (yeah)
W (It's 50)
50 Cent (aha)
Ferrari F50
Multimillo Records
Yo represento al barrio,
hundred dollars. Go get you what ever you drankin. Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices nd we'll be straight how bout that.
still one
Love, that's 50/50
Or a hundred at a time
Love, love, love, love
That's 50/50
With both of us this time
Love, love, that's 50/50
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
to my street fame
This is the way we thought and still think everyday
I keep my vest on cause ain't no tellin' when I get blown away
I see fear in my
Icey boys, and we still tote Uzis
It's about money, it ain't never 'bout music
Yeah, he from the streets
But he still ain't Gucci
Hunnid bottles
Ride that wip that the ballers drive
Big GT Royce Chevy that's ridin' high
Swang on 'em when you ridin' by and I'm gone
Where do we go from here
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
to the confrontation
I don't trust ya
How I'm gon' be ridin' for ya?
Yeah, it ain't addin' to your life
Then it ain't worth your while
They gon' keep they eyes on me
my name in vain
When someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame
[Chorus / Outro: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
my name in vain
When someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame
[Chorus / Outro: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
counted us out
Court rooms and we tryna' make it out
Still runnin' them plays like fuck twelve
Road runner still makin' them routes
On a mission to be
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
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