Lyrics:
nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck,
I do this shit from the moment I wake up
I got my kids all over her make up
My eyes so low you would think I'm from Asia
I need a rolly cause fuck
from Asia
All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards
No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
In the shaft, shotty cop, hip hop to the limit
We did it nothing the ghettoes the hoods the gutter
The streets made us along with pops & mother
Play game we not the same green the only color
Give me my money!
[Planet Asia talking]
We gettin' paper on this one..."Aoooowww"
Underground niggaz gettin' money
"The good life"...and ya don't
Bedtime Story. Once upon a time, there was a sun bear named Benny who lived in the lush, tropical forests of Southeast Asia. He loved his home, with
of Megalodon killed by a swordfish
Take your orphan portion
So Captain Crunch rushed through the brunch
Milk mustache looking grown and tough
Like I could buy
and Low it's no Equal
Front but you lookin
Once I throw the hook in proceed to get cookin
with the game when I sewed it
Since you came thought I owed
by the way you rep his name?
Man what's the point of living if I'm living for myself
Lord empty out my life before I put you on the shelf so for
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
[Planet Asia]
Yeah
It's a heater, Planet As', J. Web (Grand Opening)
Worldwide
We gon' take this one from the West, to the East
Knock this
of attack planet of Planet Asia
Welcome to the game homie, take notice
The sky turns black still were the West Coast is
Welcome to the city of God
Watch
sellin' no records
Europe Asia to the street of New York
Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk
Do it to ya for The Post to employ me
New York Post can't
not to reincorporate my past
I'm tired from the game, took another path
Destination 95 Dirty South
Where the devil tried to realter my route
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
back on you
It's kinda hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns their back
Yeah, I know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful
do things on the court to amaze ya
I heard they make em for a buck 8 in Asia
They came a long way baby since
Clyde Frazier had pumas, pullin' mad
DJ Not Nice!
Back from the dry cleaners (Aww shit)
Rucka Rucka Ali, Big American Rapper
We the realest ninjas left in the game
You no never hear shit
Retired from the game, took another path
Destination ninety five dirty south
Where the Devil tried to realter my route
Creator took me by the hand
to my name searchin' for that key
I'm tryin' not to reincorinate my past
I'm tired from the game, took another path
Destination 95 Dirty South
Free game, man, you know?
What you mean "free game"?
Free game for the F, man, for the free
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
I used to sit back,
with my skaters
And you sorry, you hatin'
She from Saudi Arabia
And her homie from Asia, oh my God, they naughty by nature
Doctor Evil, Doctor
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