Lyrics:
(intro)
Yo
Bay area
You are now rockin
With big von and 50 cent
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww
Yo
Southside
Roll something smoke somethin nigga uh yea
I fall off
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
come get me
Got plays they come by the fifty
Young nigga, he play with them Simi's
Young nigga, he scraped with the Glitzy
Young nigga, he'll flood your
some young niggas in my city,
Don't got one cent ride with the fifty
It's some young niggas in my city,
Get all the hundreds and get all the fifties
Get
These nigga know who we are
Shine bright baby ima star
Kill myself with the doors
Blick gotta brand new 50
Tf said shootin ain't in me
Ima spook shoot
change up the topic
Cuz I aint 50 Cent This aint no 21 Questions
I don’t give a damn or understand what you talking
I Told you I aint 50 I ain't lookin for
cashman
When the rain pour
Have ya rain coat
Close to being rich 50 cent from being broke
All black gnights I be talking like the pope
All black lil nigga
That's why you gotta watch your friends you
Got to watch me they conniving, shit
The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent
myself, I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, I'm cocky (cocky, pussy)
Spin somethin', drill somethin'
Fifty thousand make 'em kill somethin' (woo), shake
a sucker ya better move on
Ya see it's P just flowin' with the microphone
Keyon layin' the tracks to the dope beat
The mixin' and scratchin' done by my nigga
We been tryna hit a head
Can't find him, go get his mans (get his man)
I'm Doe Boy in that mini-van
50 Cent, many men (oh, really?)
I pull up
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
it even real?
He got a Glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)
Niggas dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)
Niggas
can't wait to spin
Like 50 Cent, bitch, I got many men
Who done caught bodies, they wan' kill again
My lil' niggas stalk you
Murder that shit before you
have to kill me
Bitch Imma die about it
Nigga Imma die about it
I'm form where niggas get it on
We don't cry about it
You say our nigga disrespect
and ride for 50 cents
I been dawgin hoes for years but I got caught by Micheal Vick
Bitch I'm flooded on my neck and bitch I'm flooded on my wrist
Do me
'em burn nigga
[Verse Three: Turk]
Is you ready for this guerrilla war? I don't think so
Hit your block with fifty shots, see nothin' but gunsmoke
Slip
'em burn nigga
[Verse Three: Turk]
Is you ready for this guerrilla war? I don't think so
Hit your block with fifty shots, see nothin' but gunsmoke
Slip
niggas
I won't limit the truth, I roll with killers and dealers
From the 504 we be some tank dogg niggas
50 dollars for show, so nigga respect my mind
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
gotta lie to niggas
We don't claim attempts, I do skits and really fry a nigga
You know how I'm slidin' bout it
Damn near lose my mind 'bout it
Big
in your boss
And then caught me a lil' bitty fifty (fifty ball)
I bought a 'Cat with a wide body back
Take it out to burn out, and go fishin'
Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa
You was a nigga finally make me kill one of y'all
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
Right up under my
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