Lyrics:
eventually ceases to
Be controlled by a fear of what
Life can bring - James Baldwin
For well over a year 50 Cent
Had been working on what
Was meant to be hist
at ya'll, but u can't shoot at us
My westcoast niccas get ur bang on to diz
If u ain't throwin' up ur hood, den u dun belong in diz bitch
One tyme for big
the projects, ghetto millionaire
All this Gucci in my closet, I don't know what to wear
Bentley outside by the ice cream truck
Just ride through the hood
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,
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
To get DVD's and big screen
through by servin y'all
And only cause my man heard of y'all
Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all
[Tony Yayo]
I went from oodles
grew up in the hood (hood)
So please don't judge me by my ways
Hands down, look, if I see a opp, it's a man down (baow)
Hold on (hold on), wait (wait)
Next and 50 (Uh, huh)
Next and 50 next and 50 next and 50
Yo, yo my imagination is more vivid than life
Playboy November issue page three was my
I'm Rockin My Chain Anywhere
If You Gon' Represent Your Hood, What You Waitin On?
Security Better Back Up, When They Play This Song
And We 'Bout 50
Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number
a rubber band bank
Where my hood niggas at? in the sky, in the sky
26's on that chevy thang when it pass by
I know some
Niggas from Cali that'll leave yo
your swings
You niggas keep rappin' 'bout your dreams
My reality 50 birds waitin' in the wings
Do it my way
I hit the highway with the batter
So when
nigga (Boyz N Da Hood nigga) (In Da Hood nigga)
As we proceed (As we proceed) (As we proceed)
To give y'all what y'all need (To give y'all what y'all
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
fuckin' thing I do I'll
Yeah, Immortal Technique, Rassy
Nigga, I never forget nothing nigga
Fifty-one percent of the World Bank is owned by the U-S
it's gon' burn you
I'm with the homies right now
Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota
A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, and orange soda
a group home, ghetto like a pay phone
Jake The Snake I'm low in the hood from em
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Yeah I got a knife for a tough nigga, 9
replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face
shit slugs gone fly
I'm from the hood called BI
Where them thugs got to survive, like the hills have eyes
We watch them cops ride by
I got my wife
50 cent, uh llod banks, uh
Young Buck, uh game Nigga' G-Unit
Haha it's easy man, it's easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle
No more dice games dillemas
money Broke niggas can't get fifty cent from me
Play wit in da pussy I play wit Da digital
Plays on da way Gotta pay individual
Paving da way Parking
Lionel Richie
Low Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me
He'd be part of my charity
(I want to thank my hood)
To my people cuttin'
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