Lyrics:
to blast off heat
Quik told me to be all I can be
Nate is my dogg him and warren g
They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat
And even 50 cent said
prosper
Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doing this since a young buck
Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk
my seed, now deal with his dad
I gotta go bad, I gotta go bad
Mmm, mmm, yeah
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
the Range, I'm into nice thangs
I slang weed, cocaine and heroine
50 Cent, that's my name, nigga I bring the pain
You thought shit stay the same, nigga shit
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
now I get 50
Lets run up some bands Im down to get it (down to get it)
We outnumbered by these bitches why trip
Never let em come between or take away
at (Racks)
One fifty a mile in the dash at
We talkin' the slang in the rap map
We come in and get it
Slap on 'em niggas who's 'raris are tinted
Shop
plight (spit that shit)
The Nets playin', I'm ridin' to the game with KD tonight (what up, nigga? Err)
Yeah, Machine bitch, every beat I body (ah)
My
With the doll in it, roll, wanna all spin it
Hoes and their moms grinnin'
In the Rover, they know it's us
Fats and Darkchild, our girls be so plush
Come
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
just lost it
I told ya im a balla and i told ya dont mess with this soldier
So everybody just step step left right left
[Outro - 50 Cent]
Yea! 2005
a seventy thirty, no way, no way
Or a sixty forty, uh, uh, uh, uh
Talkin 'bout a fifty fifty, when the room is empty
And the clothes come off, I'm doin' you
these bricks, import
Ion really fuck with that bitch, she a whore
And we really winning this game, check the score
All my niggas top 10 shooters
to ask me if Rick Ross still a G
Journalists need to get up off my D
Him and E-Class always kept it real with me
The rap game looking so childish lately
that's how
Cool it looks on her
I mean she's fine as hell
I'd definitely hit it!
Still Got It!
Shot hoops with Al in the yard i
Sucked he was much better
(50 Cent)
Yeah, it?s 50 uh huh, Scrappy it?s the Unit
Ahh nigga what you don?t know
Is I ride around with the 44
Got a lil brown tryin to get some
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
the illest playa that's in the game
And he's ridin with Em, 50 cent, Doc and them
G Unit records aint no motherfuckin stoppin them
[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
This
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think
to blast off heat
Quik told me to be all I can be
Nate is my dogg him and warren g
They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat
And even 50 cent said
Pop the pump on the chumps i make ya jump
Dum diddy dump, love to thump
Leavin' niggas with Plumps
Smokin' blunts and skunks
So here it comes, let's
hoes want chicken feed
Ain't none of these hoes worth 50 cents
So break these ladies all you pimps
Never have this much fun anywhere, to go back home, I
listened
To the money we committed
By any means we gone get it
We play with the scraps we was given
We was trynna make a livin
Come take a look at how we
hot
For me me me baby by by by ooh
Girl your not the same, your in love with t-pain
And I cant play this game anymore I wanna keep on jumping around
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