Lyrics:
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
ass for a job
I mean, my dad's got five kids, man and I mean yo
He hates drivin' a bus but he loves five kids
You feel me?
I'm a rhyme artist
Out
in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.
You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem.
Laaa...got a night down...
Yah.
CRY
I GUESS FOR ME
THAT WOULD BE A DREAM
I'M GONNA LOVE YOU
TO THE DAY I DIE
OH
YOU'RE SOMETHING
I DONT DARE
LOSE BY BEING A FOOL
YOU'RE THE ONLY THING
Now that’s the real evil
Clearly know it’s not forever
Life does has a sequel
Not degrading money
I want M’s for me and my people
Cuz money is
Cent's vest
From G-Unit, all I need is three unit's
Can't see me
But I'm the illest cat you seen do this
I be movin’ with disciples
And you a pre-Judas
a cold, cold thing
(It's a cold thing)
For real (hmm)
I got more niggas tryna get at me
Than the President do sometimes
Niggas be tryna get at me
like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long
love, oh baby
5 Star baby
Girl I want to come correct
So any move I calculate oo
Don't walk by sight, but walk by faith oo
Love is a beautiful thing God
Bitch nigga, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real nigga, go long
Look, I'm forever the flyest, my revenue rise
My hustle is strivin', don't have
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this
Everyday is bugged, niggas'll come to a club
To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love
(H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A)
You gotta love that, man
(H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A)
I got the most incredible Roots band with me tonight,
away
You know, love, love, love
Could be minutes away
I said, love, love, love
Is just minutes away
5, 5, 5, 5 minutes away
5, 5, 5 minutes away
bitch
(You've done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch
(I'm a p.i.m.p) Ima pimp bitch
(You done heard about me) Coz I'm the shit bitch
Now things change
niggas firing slugs
Stage rapping ass niggas ain't sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love 'cause my shit is unplugged
You ain't no gangsta
You'se
the time
Only sober me lies
You can drop a penny
Turn that cent into a dime
I learned my lesson
Maybe like that 4th or 5th time
They don't really love you
If
the bomb, Nigga you want the honey fool I want the money
Yeah Tray 5,7,6,5,4,2,1 Nigga
Pimp on, In a real way
filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost
On the project bench
Whatchu hollerin'? Gotta pay rent
Bring dollars in
By
is it because I’m still up in the building and the ladies they love that shit the girly you came with all on my Dick yeah yeah she hear say a me got de
in here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
How is your family dawg? I pray you love them like you should
I pray for patience with your
a mother that her son was dead
Shoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is
Now he left his kids to be raised by they mothers
From
it
So toast to the record G
'Cause I'm see-O-L-D, the beat is kinda helpin' and I'm tipsy
'Cause every thing is on the one, it's a natural high
thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float, keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
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