Lyrics:
to face alone
Nigga this yo favorite song
Yeah you know what i be on
In my dreams I succeed
Cut your wrist till you bleed
Life will come and pass you by
Bad
mattress bed
In fact I get practice being dead but I sure feel like I am on fifty shades of meds
Let me get that Adderall I'll give you fifty cents i insist
too complex
See at night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Yearn, to fall into oblivion but pieces all to earn
Turning mental circles that's revolving
be broke then
Get my ass fucked
I started off with 50 cent, I ain't lying
But I'mma get rich or die tryin'
Like a half buck
Yo my bars so raw, it could
Black Thought, yo, the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B
The symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disastrous, the master just bust
This for the listener
next court date
I better catch amnesia then do
This shit at leisure
Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas
Gemstars open niggas up like Berettas
Strapped up in the mansion with a 50 bin
My semi clip the same size as 50 cent
Gimme change and a dollar, i’m taxing bitch
Gimme brain and I holla
Cause i’m
get schmithin
C- crib by the water, but I'm never out whippin
My mental fuckin' slowly fadin' away, I might be trippin
I ain't Chuck Norris, but I might
Yo it's 1992 and Master P is back up in this motherfucker
(Yo man lets do this shit right, man. If everybody plays right, then put yo
right hand
town poutin
Fuck you talkin bout doubtin?
I'm 50 Cent relentlessness
Get Rich or Die and I'm prowlin
Wolf fifty thousand out shoutin
See a sea of people
I ain't takin no shit on my cuts
The UGK posse got the big big nuts
Yo, so who's a bold bitch?
Try to make a sale
You betta bail
Before they
the kitchen, all the points I'm hitting
I'm just too direct, no such thing as hinting
Kick the shit now quit your bitching
Now cut the shit, let's get
see through the black tints
Amg rims a middy each
More then half they rent
They riding in they bitches shit
Them numbers anit making cents
How the fuck
didn't know
Representing getting low, P nigga hit the floor
Verse 2 (Master P)
Sideways through the cut with the gold one's spinning
Suckers
him I would have wore a mask
Hit him with the four, took the dough and tore ass
Want not, waste not, front not
They didn't see him dip into the 50
cents to make amends
Rather live with anger like the liquor in the liver man
Shit I been a bitter man since Kendrick with the minivan
Since Marshall
but I can't forget
When i was asking for them dollars it was barely 50 cent
Names on the list
But I ain’t owe you shit
Never did favors
It leads
a know that I slang, that I-see-E
And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames
Like V-90, Master P, Boz, and Big Man
My little homies posted up
a Horseman nigga and that's all I'll be
See I'm tired of the sparkly shit, niggaz talkin' shit
I wanna see the streets dark again, let the heaters spark again
at the shit master the shit
Silly ass watch gone laugh at my wrist
All that hating all that faking imma school boy nigga I got class with this shit
Money team
with some money, man
C'mon man, be cool, man
Y'all Mexicans always come with this shit
Yo, Dre! Kick in the bass!
Ooh, that's funky, that's funky
in holy water and take lighting showers
Use Posiedons wife blouses as a towel and by now ya
Wondering just how the fuck I do just what I do...
50
a song to have him a feast, my
Flow made the Pro Tools crash and the beat died, see these bro's, you can't sit 'em beside
Finally the whole crew gasping
That's the cornerstone of everything
Racism based in
The African had a more advanced civilization
Black was slave, master was white
Rationalization fifty
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