Lyrics:
get your shit back
Either I'm ahead of my time or y'all niggaz behind
Shit I'm gettin' hotter and hotter, when I rhyme
50 Cent, Southside niggaz
flint
Yeah I smoke and stay gone but I know where I been
And 50 cent song got me dodging many men
The d on my hate is David in the lions den
Plus I knew
[50 Cent]
Yeah nigga! Ha ha
Let's go nigga, this is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald
Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You PUSSY Nigga!)
Tupac wear
over-respected, my mama gated community's overprotective
So futuristic, I'm already over my next bitch
Reminiscin' on listenin' to 50 fifty times a day
Back when
breakfast selling, selling, selling
Selling, selling, selling
99 cent breakfast now selling all over the place
Everywhere, every street corner, everyone
to Chattahoochee
Building up level by level
Aim high i don't wanna settle
I spit as fast as mo Ali back then
When he used to wrestle
The bigger glory you get
Also
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
Yeah
It's that wave music
I told Rico, I said
I felt like the shit wasn't done 'til we got back to the
To that motherfuckin' tsunami wave
Not
if it's beef break me of a piece
I eat that beat that i'm back on the streets
I got a whole lot of bitches to see
And i don't fuck any dub niggas
to the business
? break it down, sell nickels
Had to ball him out of jail, blew the money on the bail
When flat, bounced back from a 30-cent flipper
I don't even
whipped, this shit is ridiculous
Shoutout to 50 Cent, man (let the Bandplay)
Huh?
Say you a gangster, but you ain't never shot nothin'
How you
Streets dry, I came through
Lebron james Game 6
Drive lane right behind the back
Two cars back on my main drive
They Pulling on they find the bricks
get the crown yet
To be a king
That I'm destined To be
the king I'm supposed to be
Or Imma die trying
Like 50 cent
Imma get rich or die trying
Getting
Riding round Chi-Town I’m with my crew
Plotting on them fifty cent juices and fruity chews (uh)
Riding round Southside I’m with my crew
Chasing
with the chrome back rings
Like a newborn baby, man that bitch clean
But the motor fucked up and the transmission
And it's knockin down the street
to Larry, my homeboy DJ LL
Niggas talking that bullshit, better chill
'Fore I 50 Cent a nigga and
Put your baby mama on film (yeah)
Motherfuck a Benz, nigga,
and a paragraph on the back of each one explainin'
What each one was, to be used as evidence against us
And we was fined fifty dollars and had to pick up
fifty sticks to NY
Lil bro he just wanna smoke some shit he dont get high
Switches on the back of all the glicks it can't get by
This shit on my
Getting bought like a street hoe
Got the 50 cent roll in the mother fucking Royce
Ain't no fucking with my boys, wait woah
Who the fuck you think you is
ass back like a zen boy
I went the Big Boy that's when I was in Sherwood Buyin' 50 cent chips cause I ain't have a thang
Every time I went to school
try to be 50 i swear you 11 cent
Drop me a banger i did it on accident
I got some money im savin aint never spent
Lost me some franks had to run up some
Hey, i thought i told you motherfuckers.
Not everyones made for the streets that is why,
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by.
Homie i was
mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 3]
I love 50 Cent, that's my dad
But even my mom talk about him bad
She says since he blew up,
Sparks is white like me"
"Haha" "Hahaha" "One time for that boy
Eminem? You know what I'm
Talking about?! One time for that boy
50 Cent! The whole G Unit!
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