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niggas know what time it is
Nah, fuck that, I'm goin' first, nigga

You pussy niggas go and put this in your purse, niggas
Real killas, eh 50! Look we

and you know we getting lit 
We Smoking loud     
We drinking by the 5th
I think this shits funny when you speak it's counterfeit 
And I swear I'm sick in

These hoes on me
100’s 50’s
That’s purple lean
Yeah that my life
So fresh so clean
They hate on me
My Glock 40
Right by my side
I just poed a fo up in my

fifty in the Gucci bag
The plug waiting on him
I'm wanted by the Feds
A few state charges pending
Still I drop off work to my
Dogs in boulevard of Linden

deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with
The MAC-10 by the seats for the jackers
The jealous-ass crackers in the blue suit's
I'll make you prove

no chance for ropa dope
Hit em with the k.o all you see is loads of smoke
Got about fifty in this sticky tryna hit em in his head,
N its a couple

on sight(Uh)
Up the switch and hit 'em with the jab make him wish I came in here to fight
Hitta Hitta I'm a drop a bag guarantee he dead by tonight
Gorilla shit

us to be apart
Another one sent off to the stars

I've been skippin' clouds, but I ain't slept in a week
I do it by myself I ain't go fifty with no

U-iS-PS-ing me off better be glad I told you
This a warning shot, off the love I don't owe you

This a P-S-A
New Skeete's on the way
Packed a whole clip, I

selling nicks
Ain't make any bands
Watching everybody turn to
Wanna-be's and mini-men
Bitches résumé like 50 Cent, Many Men
Hydroponic dope I shipped across

the line when you the one that use to lead it
Judged by the cover could of took the time to read it
Been a hell of a season
50 every game this year
I finally

Uh-ha

Mummy raised a good yute, but I'm bad like my surname Jackson
Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (baow)
You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain't

Desperado Outlaws

C-BO

Til My Casket Drops

1998

nappy-headed ass stretched
If you try to dack me in my neighborhood, I'm dumpin'
And ya best ta run 'cause my BGz is comin'
Clips full of teflons, loc'd out

setup by his bitch
Your time's up
I'm 'bout to air the whole switch
You find us, she'll probably be on my dick
If crime pays, lil' nigga never did shit

business
My decision, pin the ribbon
Yungin act like Simmie
Leave 100 never fifty
Got it in my inhibition
Get it while it's mini
'Fore it always keep you

To busy looking out instead of within
Folk get close now you stabbed by your fucking friend
Man not this shit again
Lesson learned
Pocket watch
Can't

To busy looking out instead of within
Folk get close now you stabbed by your fucking friend
Man not this shit again
Lesson learned
Pocket watch
Can't

is yours so take it by storm
If you anything like me it won't take too long
Grew up poor I didn't have a pot to piss in
You had a head start but

can drill by myself, just pass me a Roxy
Stay off on them fake perks, just want to copy
Throw some P's, you know I ain't copping
If it's heat let me

pulling off Wraith
Couple shots hit and twisted up the God face
I'm still alive, by the Lord's grace
I'm what you call great (I'm here nigga)
Little nigga

burnt up the leash
I'm really up off it, just won't boast the heat
You just gon' have to see
Prolific on the beat
Spit the clip and let it leak
Wishing

rokkin this shit could get icky
And the drum it's gon shake a 50
They see em a mickey and fuck up his kidneys
And you say you a hitta, WORD? why was you

the pack shipped in by the bundle
Get to throwing that shit like you want it wrong move then I'm on it
When you take off a opp hell yeah that's a bonus
Get

lil bitch into a fucking dancer
Blicki on me you can't even see the print
Fuck these windows bitch we shooting right thru the tints
I feel like fifty