Lyrics:
my money now so later I can get them dividends
Like 50 cent it's many men that wanna take my spot
Ima give it all I got cus I know it only take one
accusations
Modifications was light
As the situation entered the night
Shit became trife
New life
Produced by my baby's mother
Heard her ask questions about
the big city and the small towns
I go to New York City, on the East Coast
Get your guap with a light and a repost
Bitch don't ask me, what I do it for
I
from New York to the motherfucking Bay nigga
If the tank on it,or my name on it,go get it the second that it drops
? bought a Lexus fresh up off the lot
time drug offender
you goin DOWN son
for way less than a POUND son
The government got no love, twenty-five thousand niggaz
in New York in jail for
We ain't havin that this year
This is comin straight from the Bean, knawmean?
And we ain't havin that
[Name] Street live, muthafucka
Hey yo, Rhome,
forreal
Plan it and prosper
Praise be the sun
Boy I live by the doctrine
Zen niggas not for the talking
Ain't came here to play bitch so bring out
a rush
Like 50cent want payback from his shady loan like sheesh! (yeah, yeah, uh, what, what)
I didn't think I'm ready until I heard them say
They finna go
like that
One shot two shot three shot four
Yeah we finna go and get fucked up
Five shot six shot seven shot eight
Many fifty cent man you know we got
everything you see
Bombardment, billboards, everything is selling
I question, relevancy
Inspired by hope, I better be
Cyclic energy, it gets to me
Even in New
hundred, break it down the ones
They look up to me that nigga my son
Front pocket on the jacket, nigga keep a gun
Finna cop a new crib when I'm 21
Yeah,
death by electrocution's like life in New York, isn't it?
Shoulda been a dentist, mom said it
Pain's the way that my craft expresses
Born in a little
up, in Brooklyn New York, moved to Queens, and my teams
My pants is bustin' out the scene, is what this gun in my teens
Without it I wouldn't've lived
a world where black lives Still
Don't matter, I'm way past thirty-nine
But I digress and rewind as I position my birth against and alongside several
way that's why I perform this way"
"the rap game is 24hrs but you don't shut down like vegas and new york city"
"you never been to the filmore"
"my
right. You know what I mean?
Let me tell ya what I'm talkin' about, ya see, 'cause...
I don't want no gold watch for workin' fifty years from nine
true, Dopehouse crew
Smokin' yabba dabba doo
Jam this crew, we brand new
Followin' up this plan I drew
SP-Mex bubble jet
Countin' dollars and them cents
ain't promised so we live for the moment
Gotta have heart in these streets, yea big cojones
Came from the era of Lee's, my pantalones
All my niggas
and bring my niggas wit me
My hood is like the chiraq
New York summers get real windy
In my city
Niggas learn to shoot before they off the tity
Nights
Twinkle in the sky, a sign from the lost team
To live a life worth something, focus on the dreams
Swiftly interrupted by footsteps stomping the street
Six
bread won't even let you hold 50 cent
I come through fresher than a motherfucking peppermint
You old news need to go into retirement Or i
Intensive care,
remnants of stars inside every orifice
Bet we blast that energy
I'm a fifty cent vinyl by an Austrian band
I am an overbearing zealot socialized like a man
Face it
You lyin
Your new friends they dyin
Sippin
You living
killing the mission
Maybe it's you I see in the vision
We made fifty racks double back now
the kerosene
My Queen from the Carribean
Mobbin like Genovese
I'm Fifty Cent In Den of Thieves
Floor seats no mezzanine
Sonically tip the triple beam
Plotting
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