Lyrics:
a diuretic wit Diurex I
Directly direct my mindset to combine with tight beats when I rep I'm
Asleep at the wheel like I fell asleep on the couch cause I
even keep up, you chase your own tail
Catch you at the motel 6, gettin' your dick sucked by a grown male
With your toe nail up his ass like oh well, you
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
man a nigga run that
Every person like: "motherfucking damn
Who's that?!"
Yeah bitch, it's Lil B, it's Lil B, bitch
Fuck with the breadwinners, you feel
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
with the mob)
Dont tell me that you care when i know you dont care at all (Ride with the mob)
Dont speak to family so who else is gunna catch me if i
dudes from Massachusetts who RapNew BapMass Rep Heavily
Daddy
Yeah
Are you going to come downstairs now
Yeah, I am
Look at my tiger
What's your tiger
The Hustle don't stop, Hustle don't quit
Got a "Hustlers Ambition", like, 50 Cent
Want the, "Finer Things", in this, life I live
So I'll, grind til I
I got what you want i got what you need
Rep chicks on the strip
Rep thugs on the street i got what you want
I got what you need rep chicks
palette was made
The Truth is never muted. You can never dispute it
No grey areas! No, no grey areas
He says what He means with no - no grey areas
No grey
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
the fuck I rep?"
I rep Bitch Mob til' my motherfucking death
Don't nobody care when you all by yourself
Strapped to the chair, you all need help
Who you
pittsburgh down
Its Wiz Khalifa man
You cant tell by now
Pittsburgh Imma swell my town
That steel city damn
Roll rubber you don't know who you dealin' with
Oh
of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip that Marsha had
Gotten out of her mother's small beige pocketbook in the den. "What do you
Think it is?"
"Oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin outside." "Ach, I
know what you mean, I feel all icky!" Marsha tightened the belt on her cotton
robe with the silk
man was thirsty, I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a juks, bitch
Motherfucker teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
forever (my bitch forever)
No matter what happen, I'ma rep the clique forever (I am)
Them three letters (CMG)
Them three letters
When you locked in with
Only 100
Only 100
Only 100
Walk like a centipede
If you step 50 don't move with me
Speed do not change how I keep my feet
I only walk with
other guys
She was really truly sorry, but if I make some money then maybe she could be with me
She'd talk to her father who owned a boat on the water
So
to rep live and die by my own set keeping tabs the only thing that I regret yep
Did you hear the news my lifes in shambles, who knew
Did you hear the news
, fifty
Can’t trust everyone you know
So I do the most
With those I keep close
Even when plaques come
Through the door
It’ll stay the same
What they say
Ya'll niggas want to get high, well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you want
and diss, shakin' fists
At their Maker, ticked, they want everyone to be made to think they were apes and fish
Faiths that misunderstand who He is, with their
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