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up in Geneva
Oh man, I did it again, didn't I?
Destroyed his Bando with a solar flare
I'm in the club listening to the brown note
My dogs will do

this life we live
When I use to watch my dogs fight just like Michael Vick

Yeah you don't know me homie but I ain't tryna dance in this bitch
Ain't by

your roots
Allah Kelly got your project shook
Everytime you look cause I pray fifty niggas
Every flight they book
Your more story, get up outta the club

yo rent due
You her baby daddy, he a shrimp too
Bitch who? You got me fucked up
Talking bout her phone bill
So the fuck what?
In the club buffed, plus

got some Bitcoin (for real)
Ballin' in the club
I been near knocked your bitch down
(pow, pow) baby mansion in the 'burbs
Yeah that bitch cost me six

a lil jit fifty cent cakes and all pennies 
And yeah you know we winnin'
We follow Jesus and steppa trending, yeah

rollin'

I saw my dog with the syrup, sucka, so I (skrrt)
They spinnin' like a saw, so don't touch 'em when I (skrrt)
I saw a shanky broad that owe me

I'd stop and spit some pimpin'
It's mackin' in me baby, I just thought I would mention

She got hot like in the kitchen
You see my kin folks, cars

rollin'

I saw my dog with the syrup, sucka, so I (skrrt)
They spinnin' like a saw, so don't touch 'em when I (skrrt)
I saw a shanky broad that owe me

Baby caught me with twins they was siamese
Cat dog
Baby got me like dark maul
Stand tall
Choppers on call
Raindrops
Bodies gone fall

Down at the pier,

slaughter (facts)
I made a fifty now I want a hunnid, a billi', it go in that order (facts)
Ah

Daddy died by a .44, I be livin' like a warlord
'Member I

effect is followed by this holy cause
So land high, baby, uh
Dream big, dogs
Put them hands up
Surrender to the only God
I believe in chasing purpose kill

rolling for that terp smoke
Yeah, I keep the purp bro
Pass it round the circle
Got 50 other strains
Tucked away like some merlote
Terp sauce by the jar
In

to that
It was Eminem and Backstreet Boys
Fifty Cent in the club bumping New Noise
Linkin Park
And Street Sharks
Red power ranger could you call me Tony

When she needs to pay the rent

Gave her my two cents, 
Then hit the Meat head
Ran out double dogs 
And copped a zip of cheetah piss

(Chorus -

by they
breaking dey neck!
Rocking that Looney tunes
Tape in my deck
EMG, nigha
Get much respect

Run me my money
Or I start with da drama
All of my

And when it get hot
Put the fan in the window (Aye)
50 cent for a scraper
To the candy lady
Duckin the cops
Tryin not to get caught by Grady
Polk County

on a shirt (Skilla Baby)
Hit your bitch from the front, back, side
Front again, makin' her squirt

I can't let a janky bitch call
Me by my real name
My 50 Zone

learn ya teach ya a lesson
You can get these hands for free
Woppin ass is my profession
I got it girl let's ride
Like 50 cent get the strap
Evrything has

em
 
We gotta problem Houston, Whitney
Cash not cents but clip hold fifty
Pills in my body but the shit don't hit me 
So I pop four mo' till the shit

yea, Space Baby Shit
Why that nigga in the club with all them guns? Because I'm itching
I'm fucking saks up, then came a long way from Niggas bitches
You

He got a gene

I got a gene
Just how to talk
God, my absolute do
We send me

I'm in the car by 5D
We all listen to 50 Cent
Why
Because the whole crew

(Phew) hey (Phew)
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T
Me

Fly Away

Birdman

Birdman

2002

to Jamaica homie and ball like a dog (ball like a dog)
The leaf that sticky homie and fog up the car (fog up the car)
It's nothing to the icky, icky Harlem