Lyrics:
the world
When I tryna rest world getting worst by being in my side! Side side you Bitch before I fucking kill someone
Dear GOD Please do not play Game
skies
Suicidal thoughts in my mind
Since the tender age of nine
Live a life of crime
Karma gonna come back in time
Fifty cent told me you know what
Get
the pill man out of Two fifty
Ran off on the plug I'm mr two brickies
Y'all lil niggas really ain't get no fuckin chicken boy
You buy it hard, you don't know
on the tape, Donald-D break
Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you
Flexin' hardcore, what could you do?
When we roll up, you send your girl up
If 50 Cent wasn't making TV shows
These niggas wouldn't know how to be gangster
Free all of my niggas who locked in them chains
And free all of my
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
Looku[01:58.50]Anytime you fall[01:59.42]Dey go Looku Looku[02:00.78]Enemies dey try[02:01.72]Dey go Looku Looku[02:03.12]No matter what you do[02:04.19]Dey go Looku
showing love up at cmu
Running thru the pack make a dream come tru
Rerock the other sack selling fifty packs
Trying be the man I got some shit prove
I Gotta
in the winter having cookouts
Smack by witch, look out
I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us
They mad 'cause we jump outta cabs,
promise I ain't never mad
I could love you from a distance, I ain't gotta see you
It might not be me but somebody need you
(Love don't disguise the evil
Aye
Aye
Bow bow
What it do Nate
You ready? (Yeah)
Alright hold up hold up hold up think we got one there
(Aye) Twenties and fifties and hundreds
We
nigga you not ready for me
(no)
It's G-Unit and we bout to get this fuckin' hoe
[50 cent]
Yea nigga I'm the first one up
I heard you been talking mad
that its medicine, I leverage the indefinite
Reset then rest a bit, antennae refrained from the
Exit man, but we all search for the oasis to
Bask with
the judge imma throw a hunnit in his face
This aint sweet and oh so simple
I will get you popped like pimples
Fifty cent will get you dimples
Dat means this
feelings is shot
Go text that raggedy bitch and tell her you all that she got (man, what bitch?)
Let her know you packin' yo' shit and gotta move by
got a drum if i see many men plot then i'm shooting out the 50 (50 Cent)
We finna squeeze if we keep spinning know we be twisting hard then a titty
plan then work it out
I work without the many men
I'm getting my own 50 cent
And then I'll get another cent until I make a hunnid grand
Mahn I know
staring evil right smack in the face
And we got to fight back this negative embrace
If we don't want our future to be erased
I'm hurt by the hate
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
I got niggas big mad
I ran up a quarter mill in a week
That's a big bag
I might spend like fifty k on my feet
I'm a rich man
I bet yo hoe gone fuck
Angpolotiki
Gangsters and the
Politicians dala what they must
Call it necessary evil
Angpolotiki
Gangsters and the
Politicians dala what they must
Straight off the block
It’s all facts nigga started from the mad
You can tell by the cracks
A dope boy who never did the drugs
That’s the ladder for the rugs
one understands me but me
Nobody cares about how I feel but me
So what I gotta do is do for me
I wonder how that be goin all out for me
I got mad
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