Lyrics:
cats wit y'all feet up startin' to look like feet up, I'm G'd up
On the V'd up, in the truck, gotta put my seat up
In the trunk I got my bass and I
committin homicides and drive-bys
livin with ?????
but still slanging that fuckin pie
and got more bitches than you
so what the fuck you
appraised by unqualified guys
They lied, shotload, don't kno her worth in God's eyes
Fellas after tha flesh, they ain't goin' see wat I'm gettin
'Cause they
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Huh? Nigga,
gotta get tha finer things
Do it by myself mane I ain't gotta lean
But I still got tha team
And you know what that means
Dem faded niggas handle bidness
apologize
They want me to cross ova fuck dat side
I'm jus a real nigga out of Ft.Myers
I got principles nigga dats what I live by
Ain't had rap feature
litty stuck in tha zone
I hope your feelin me
Like I'm feelin u
Cz to tell u tha truth
I cant feel my faaaace
Bt baby I'm amazed
By the way u
Take it
ass open stuff ya like a duck what
Attraction recarnation in a slump twenty-five cents
And a German dick pumped up
Shoulda known the killa from
doing 9-5
Even added 2 hours for a 10 hour shift
Did well but you know shit hit the fan
Work o art some people ain't got a eye
Recorgnise I even one for
the spot tryin' to let them all go
They talkin' back then but now I got them talkin' even more
Feelin' like I'm Kendrick on the beat the way I got control
and outta lanes
Kush got me outta minda
Top flow like brotha Mayne,
Bitch its tha alumni,
Bat tat ain't no otha gang
OG in the fuckin' blunt
OG right before
glocks then police but you won't catch me w no baton (nah)
Got thumbs inda clip don't be tha one that I blast on (Why)
Aim good like that poppy seed cake I
collar cover the Cubans
She need pads like Ewing
I hope you know what you doin' (Look)
Some paid 4-5 serious
I come through, 4-5, serious
Slay got me Shade
I'm a boss
I did this shit by myself
Bitch I said
Fuck the cost
I been got rid
Of some pounds
Got me feelin
Like Ross
I can't stop
Gettin it now
people said my voice would be heard by the masses
A dust head nicca from jerz
I wouldn't grasp it
Questions you can ask it
Team'd up with tha classix
They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death
My
A real slut and let the ho get on and make her money
You understand? I got a homey sittin' by me
Understand this nigga don't understand because he's
DOA nicca, dope on arrival
I don't throw dirt but I dump on my rivals
To get tha best I moved west no Fivel
When it comes to moving weight I be tha
a fuck nigga righ on tha news
I neva lied
Life ain't fair so I'm neva gone play by the mf rules
I be drinking i be sipping i been on the moon
Space ship
Tha Chill ]
Punk muthafucka, Tha Chill will destroy ya
With the dope hub style for ya
Bein that you're just another fan on the tip
Get dropped by Eiht,
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
Sweet Breeze!
Channel changes
Just mail- five cents, just a nickel
Along with five cents
Remember, send either five cents in coin
With either- five
Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die
Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5
When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed
Just
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
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