Lyrics:
a bout NIGGA
Show you what a man bout NIGGA
Never gave a damn about clout NIGGA
All my real niggas know
We Out Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
We Out Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
and you can feel it each morning
VB strong means Virginia Beach is mourning
But now the world see Virginia Beach performing
I gotta know what is it about
do what I think it's best for me
If I get that supreme before you probably you'll be knocked by a high high
Cause always been your dream to get
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
Everybody yelling
What's the hype? We everywhere now
Make it banging, she be twerking
I just give a shout out
Everybody paying 20s, 50s
Then you know we head
ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains
Yea
Lloyd Banks nigga
Whats up nigga?
It's 50 nigga
You fuckin wit him right?
I know you fuckin wit
baby does for me means to me
Hell you dont even know what my baby is it could be the weed the car the honey or the money
The honey that can love me
turned her round, and then I fucked her gave her 50 cents
Fuck her from the back,all she wanted was some hot chips
Hope you know by now I'm Young reckless
How many 50 year olds do you know that a tumbler and over in great numbers as mind's going to go off about three or four times a day, but only cause I'm
"There you go, there you go
What I'm getting from this is
Really that feeling you were
Describing before about how it's
A very physical act
A big
with her
And you know I did it in the Jacuzzi
And you remember them bitch from
Back in the day with the finger waves?
You talking about Suzie, in
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
about...three of these as I said later, ...quarter of an hour goes by ... half an hour, we
try to stand up and leave. I mean, it was like, you know, "Gaaaahh,
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
ain’t about drama no time for that,
So keep on talking you still can’t match,
What we do is part of a bigger plan,
That cannot be seen by the average man,
stacked fifty g's nigga (know what I'm talkin' bout)
You know I've been a gladiator since the halls nigga (know what I'm talkin' bout)
You know I keep
like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, a champion
What up Nicki? it's nasty yeah yeah yeah
I saw my first two million
Oh yeah
I'm zoomin' by
I cannot lie
Baby bad
Baby bad
And she stickin' by my side
Look at life
Yeah, I like to roll the dice
You know she like what I
let them leave
Those seven class days Man, I can't think straight for
Seven class days, we got places to be
I know you wanna make saints, but that ain't
Yeah
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear n****z runnin' they mouth
You should hear how they talk about me
I know Boo Boo
young niggas about to spend
They know I throw loco when it's about my Benjamin
Feelin' just like 50 Cent, hated by so many men
Woke up like a bank
some land that I don't have
Talking about some avocado smash
Haves don't wanna know what I don't have
And the bank won't give me
A loan for Home Brand,
Look you right in the eyes and tell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The feins up all night
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