Lyrics:
from a pretty
Face who ain't scared
To fuck with these Gs and
She's happy that she did
Cause we turned out to be
That shit that she felt baby on the real
Hey, Macklemore, can we go thrift shopping?
What-what, what, what?
What-what, what, what?
What-what, what, what?
What-what, what, what? (Da)
hang the phone up
Knock a nigga daddy down before the sun up
We specialize in walkin' niggas down
So don't run up
Put fifty cent on every nigga
That's
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
cushions?
Hit em with that chill factor, '99 - Cuba Goodin- then I'm booking!
1 deep! rappers try 2 play me 4 a sucker
Outchea we bear arms like the Carter 2
Iraq
Every Nine we got got switches on it with a drum attached
Ask the last nigga tried turn to a jet, ain't no outrunnin' that
Rep like they killed
Y'all niggas gotta stop putting me in the conversation with these other rappers man
Enough is a fucking nuff
Frustrated, now I'm lacking patience
me inhale
No time to look up in the sky
Dry your tears and stop cryin'
50 Cent show us at 2005
There's a lot of fake goals so Get Rich or Die Tryn'
I broke a dollar down the gutter (?) the dime, quarter, penny, nickel
Flipped the 25 to 50 cent, now watch the b**** triple
Game simple, ya here
the sprint, and the marathon/
50 what else do I need to know?/
When do we talk about getting dough?/
Binary bank account with so many 0’s/
Commas into IPOs,
get your point across
Knock a motherfucker head off; tomato soup, not chicken broth
Promethazine, no cough; six-fifty with a brick of boat cost
If
me nigga
2 door coupe thats a lady killa
I just campaignin' with my wrist on chill
Champagne bottles yeah we got em on chill
Shawty don't care who her
all
Across the Unified States
Sit down and sup with the top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin', boy
Move diligent you better walk like a nigga
BMFBG nigga you already know we hustlin'
Juggin' ain't you reps up
OVO BMG
Hold up, cook up splash it with the water
Yeah I'm runnin' round Georgia
toast
By fate
Rugga chose the name
Now Im da man at da dice game
Who tryna get struck
I always play the lightning
Casino got a shot
Such a sight man
When
Qu'du bénef
J'suis l'Milan
T'es Marseille
J'suis triste quand
J'fais pas d'zeille
J'finesse ta pute comme 50cent
I did it by myself without no help
Bitch I'm the king
Been waiting for my crown
Kazo1k I make these
Bitches look at me
I did this shii by myself
I feel inlove with the wealth
Trappin
broke go figure
After all we all in it for the figaz
Now I'm functioning with different figaz
Never functioning with new niggas
Chase account going stupid
of those who thuggin' it
They want to lock us up 'cause they kids are lovin' it
Not knowin' that most rappers are straight-
The- ring out, whenever we
of those who thuggin' it
They want to lock us up 'cause they kids are lovin' it
Not knowin' that most rappers are straight-
The- ring out, whenever we
be broke then
Get my ass fucked
I started off with 50 cent, I ain't lying
But I'mma get rich or die tryin'
Like a half buck
Yo my bars so raw, it could
That’ll be day that they pop off on me
Rock off with me
Let’s go live on mars where the martians be
Cause I can’t hang with these niggas who talk to me
Fake
and don't know who to blame
A nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting,
dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some
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