Search results for 'back to the streets by 50 cent' Page #150

But it’s bigger than them and us
I warned yall on charade
The Hip-Hop tops was tryna finish us
Play some boom back, take the melodies off
It’s

fried"
Thank God
I stopped pourin' up the Lean by the liters
Man, the withdrawal from that shit'll make
You think you had a fever i need Muwop back

just to get
You get locked up
And you feel me to take the forty to fifty
Do you feel me? RIP
A lot of niggas die i know a lot

The boy want to come up
He

life I'm living fast hit em up he died sloth
Running back with packs thats a half back toss
If he try lil paxk he gone have to pay the cost
Bitch I get

coming

I jumped off that porch
I was just a youngin'
I aint know shit bout the streets
But I knew I was gone get some money
(?) with that (?) shit on me

custom G-Star jeans nigga you can't find my attire[00:28.14]And it get real in these streets, but my name is my name, like Marlo should've played in

German engineering, yeah, I'm pulling up

Foreign bitch on my line, trying to be my piece. I ain't looking for no love, bitch, I'm for the streets
Lost my

that you shouldn't go there
I can see it in your eyes yeah, I can see that your so scared
So get your bitch ass back home cuz you really don't belong

use your brain
This the final 4, & then I'm coming back for more
These were the final warning shots, 50 bars galore
Now that's what I call cutting it

myself, you got Pardi in the back seat

When Nick Lombardi be talking the QB goes back to their seat

Bongos off the charts everywhere and every street

Somebody Tell me how I'm supposed to feel
When everyone around me just showed me they wasn't real
I'm out here by myself a lone solider in the field

on Monday
Facetime me and it's all nifty
"Got nudes for like 10 to 50"
"Spicy fans with me and Christy"
Hit her back with that "I'm busy"
Ride her girlfriend

I'm a crazy ass white boy, half-blooded Mexican
Raised by the ghetto, pay my dues, that's why I'm flexin',  with it
I'm about progression, no

outside run on
And don't come back in until you
See the street light come on
And go soak up some sun rays
Who said we can't sun bathe
The sun out on Monday

Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties

it all I had to get it back/ they killed my man's we went and shot em back/ check the stats that ain't no cap/ 

This shit really war/thinking bout

Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties

Plenty Glocks around, they strap a switchy, bitch don't do no missing
50 in the car, we riding' around, this bitch a hot car
15 filled em up ,they hit his

Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties

mama watching me, my boy

Like a TV, but it ain't nothing to see, my boy
I'm just counting up these hundreds and 50s, my boy

Put a couple bands in

Didn't have a mother, didn't have a father
Barely had cloths on my back
I didn't have a dollar
Ran through like 5 homes before I got adopted
I was 9 years

Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties

(zee made this one)

(inhale)
(cough)
It was like boom bro watch your head I think the cars flippin'
50 miles per hour chillin we ain't ever trippin'

Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties