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it out, or do this like punks and punk it out. Pull
your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me. Thug luv, nigga.
Thug lfe, baby. Thug luv.
I
I feel it's time we shape back up, baby
It's that time of year again
Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y'all only rock with me 'cause I'm
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Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen
Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in
Listen, I know we just came from fishin
handled homey checks Like a banking eagle
Knew the insides of tax laws And hiding yo dough
Cause my homie kept Increasing every cent in his Flow
He could
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
50 cent get the strap cuz my backwood full of that power
On my way to my first shoot out me and Michigan was in that Pontiac bumping twin towers
Ever
Livin' dat, yo what's up black?
Well its my third day home and not a cent to my name
No jobs they claim I'm back in the drug game
I need some money in
smile baby
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Wooo! I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smi-ile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away
train to blow
Just LA said
It was me and bro we was at the store
Me and bro got 50 cent cakes
By the way that I'm bussing they think I'm the lakes
Left
Hypnotized by the way that stripper blast
She shoots me deep in a trance
But look in my TRU shit fast or I'm ready to ass
don't you make
hit me since
They ain’t hit me since
It just made me colder
Got a ni**a tense
All this power and i'm suited like I'm 50 cent
I stand behind this
Wit a 5-0 caliber in my right hand, an a G-LOCK in my left palm,
Black Bossalini, can't see me, wit a Lexy up on my wrist,
Imagine this, a ballin
man I'll never kneel
Until I see Allah, fate's comin' from the wheel
And baby girl, you can check it, you can dig it here
If yo nigga try to test it,
Lady, hear me tonight
'Cause my feeling, is just so right
As we dance, by the moonlight
Can't you see, you're my delight (Tori Shoota)
Ey,
to listen up, listen up baby
PreChorus : You ain't livin' till your loving so let's be romantic
Girl you're all I need to get by, you're my kinda girl
Timbo
Hey, Ne-Yo
Say what? Lo-So
Hey, hey
I'm a movement by myself
But I'm a force when we're together
Mami, I'm good all by myself
But,
[Featuring Johnny P]
Verse One: Belo
Since I'm 'Lo let me flex this
If there's somethin on yo' mind recline and check this
Song
When he hollas momma put dinner in his baby bottle
These streets got me doin' shit that I really don't want to
But niggas gotta be strapped
Yeah, yo, yo, yo-yo, yo, yo
Yo, a touch of jazz y'all, yeah, yeah
Y'all, yo they got us on the run, like
8 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what
done
Like if we ain't give a fuck about it
Tryna pull a 50 cent, get rich or die tryin
Be my love, baby, I'll be the illest nigga life for you
Like these
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
ignorant just like 50 Cent with his post
Niggas posting all online
So when you slide you under arrest
That nigga corny he a bitch
That nigga telling on his
fights at school
Whoever came and made it there fresh was cool
So that taught me
I started stealing dean's walkie-talkies
Five cent a chip
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