Lyrics:
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
game, heroin in
The vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who the next nigga
Ta get popped by a cop? Who the next in the hood 2
Get shot? I hope it ain't me,
fuckin' re-up (Yayo)
Flashin' singles, wit the 20s on top
While I'm ridin' on 20s in the juky drop top
So never show love wit ya left hand
You'll lose 5
have your (?) space turkey has knocked up slightly off course.
KWIRK
Well, Lemon...
SMOCK
It?s Leh-meen, sir.
KWIRK
Now we must get back
heart is worth about ten cents
I've been adding it up
To see where it went
The love we shared and the time we spent
Now I gotta get straight
I gotta get
know
Designer everything
We let the money blow
Versace, Versace
Rock all gold, it's Deezy Rockiee
Pockets got fat, filled up with broccoli (Filled up
Gettin' fed through his arm in a hospital will slim him up
Get it through yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers, light the block up, iller than
Malibu on my yacht (twenty-five hoes)
I got twenty-five M's in the bank, no cap, no lie (yes sir) (twenty-five)
Run up an M, ain't trickin' (run it up
Forty dollars
And seventeen cents
I could get a twelve pack and a Big Mac meal
I could get a grip of scratchers, hope I come up on a mill
I could pay
Blow up
I'm finna blow up
I'm finna blow up
I'm finna blow up
Leave bands in the air they fall
Why would we diss up on y'all?
If you get jumped who
I'm not playing
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North C. Papa
50 Cent
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
the green
How the fuck I make thirty grand a
Year with Dukes holding a Master's degree?
It makes no sense so I make those cents
Using my mind and using
about movin' in silence?
Even NYPD can't deny it
The life of your story is fuckin' Vivica
But your baby mama left you cause you couldn't get it up
is important when im in my hotel room its full of females
All these producers wanna work wimme blow up my phone
And they send me these beats to my
a second, I'm finna put some fire to this joint, mmh
It's the bomb, niggas finna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics (Atlanta at the Olympics)
Niggas be
Flashback, nineteen eighty-two
It's a Saturday, and I'm with my crew
After the cartoons, we're ready to go
Got a five-dollar bill, ready to blow
How they say I'll never make it i ain't even done
Don't need your 2 cents need blue faces by the ton
Tsai shen I'm his Son
Asian god with the funds
(50 Cent)
Yo this is 50 cent, yaknawsayin?
I'm here with my man Whoo Kid, you know how I put it down nigga
It's not safe around here as soon
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
stop
(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me)
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon'
After sipping too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map
With the MAC, thinking its all rap
'Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"
(It
After sipping too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map
With the MAC, thinking its all rap
'Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"
(It
fascinated by the game
I bugged out
They raised twenty-five cent prices
For my video games
Mortal Kombat time for no contract
Back to the Future no one told
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