Lyrics:
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think
With my sorry lease
I'm bound to be driving my mama's V
Tryna come up with a verse for a
Sound to pile up my G's
Got embedded in genes for a G-Star
Jeans
flukes
Feel like I'm poisoned from a nuke
Fucked by the game you looking loose
Hang with me go get a noose
Tired of you I'm outta juice
You washed up like
the way I spit that?
That got these high-class hoes wanna come and chit-chat
Split the paper 50/50? Yeah I'm with that
But when I rob yo' ass you can't
loose
Get abducted by the vibe gotta move
On my planet all my people come alive with the moon
Then they blaze wit the sun, that's the life of a Mook
Imma
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music
With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
another lick, yeah, a nigga lucked up
I was running off the drugs, got a nigga fucked up
We gon' send a couple shots, niggas better buck up
Spit yo game
2:30 in the muthafuckin' mornin', what the fuck you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryna get rid of this bomb and purp, man
Man you can come with me
shit, maybe I'm on my 50 cent
I mean I have taken 9 shots, one more and hold the rocks
Like Pat Tillman, I'll put this 40 on your chest
I'm Sia with
Uh yea uh
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me
P-P-Papamitrou, boy
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
I fell in love with the game and I married it
200 thou' for the walk
ain't talking disney
Yeah you know you ain't better then 50
Ain't no way that you better then 50
You know it's bands over bitches
My money come first,
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Awon orin toh ma'n mu mi
Realize am not limited to Where I am..
Anywhere tan ba pe
Da 9
You
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, rock, blows,
go spin the benz
With this flow I feel heaven sent
On these beats we be killing them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm surrounded by many men
But see them boys
wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
the lob
She eat dick corn on the cob
Did his bid got hit with fraud
Nigga diss know how that end
Save her name as 50 Cent lil bitch got hit by many men
Oh
You should have a heart attack
I'm chargin' Smack cause I do a
Great job, I been the truth
I'm talkin' facts
You just bend the truth and
Come with
the bag that's the biggest the most out the lesser
Keep a big 40 cent copped on my dresser I fuck with that metal
Hundreds and fifties my po got some
going against 50 Cent
That's a no no y'all know better than that
Flowers blooming, morning dew
And the cats just ain't the same
It's a pleasure when you
Shady/Aftermath money
It's like a monopoly
They probably just now finally understand "How to Rob" fully
50 Cent was like a fuckin' jackpot for me
And Dre, it's
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
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