Lyrics:
progress it speaks for itself
Yeah I'm a team by myself
Stackin my revenue stuffed in my denim
I need me a belt
Stay writing these songs not a thing to do
with sequence
Doing things to me you'll only
Do on the weekends (Hey)
Uh, you gotta love this life
Mix the stage with the lime
Gotta love that light
They
I'm from the five eight five where they hate you because you're on your way to make it
Tell you that they love it but they hate it
Where b love n
Way before you just seemed fine
Kept it real with me, each time (each time)
I've been thinkin' that you don't love me (love)
Like you used to love me
B**** N****s Ruin It
[Stat Quo:]
Yeah, Every Word I Utter, Is Simply Octaine
I Keeps It Gunnin' And Ya Boy's The Boss May'ne
The Main Thing, Keep
Uh (Ow) uh oh
It's for the ladies (Ha ha)
Strickly for the ladies (One more time)
Hey, that's all this is
Uh uh (Uh uh)
She was five seven one
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Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
to accumulate dough
No problem, that's fine with me, let's go
See who has the real skill and who is strictly advertisement
Who could generate income sufficient
This is for all my black people
We need to get it together y'all
One love one kind
One heart one mind
With God it's all possible
My black people my
choice, put ice
I'm missing a g-note, fixed price
But the only thing fixed, is the holes that we put in the dykes
Rocks is okay, my voice is
you gotta do just to make it
Bet you don't know about the checks droppin down to the cents every month to month
Fulfill invoices when time is crunched
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
wrote PAID IN FULL.
Lord knows when you add it all up
The cost of real love is, no charge...
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
the money in the world couldn’t heal the things you’ve felt dawg
Your self esteem is never gon' be measured by your wealth
What’s a mansion if you fall asleep
Well nigga roll me a mic
And let me smoke it til' I'm high
If you ever seen me rock than you know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
you know I'm cold
Is it real or is fake
God already sealed my fate
But at times I make mistakes
That's why I'm covered by his grace
No I will not take
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
lit, but me and Dave East wasn't feelin' it
P from QC gettin' sued by his BM
The cokehead to have five abortions worth 15 Ms
Talkin' 'bout Lira
real a lot of
Trife things be happening
I love yall kids I love
My whole mobb deep fam
It's real like that you know
Life has tied me man
Yo I lived
I want real nice things
(Haze)
You've been stunting since
(Haze)
You've been stunting since
(Haze)
You've been stunting since
(Haze)
Na my turn now
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
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