Lyrics:
I'm glad I weren't no pioneer
Ridin' in a wagon 'cross, The Great Frontier
I'm playin' by candlelight, power's out here
And I can't watch T.V.
I
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
job It's not too hard
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But when I go home
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And I'm all alone (and I'm by myself babe you heard me)
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You know you're my
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
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Blow up your T.V., throw away your paper
Move to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try to find Jesus on your
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
There's crowds to fight anfd time to blow
Ir's talking fast on my cell phone
Hey, watch out that's reckless driving!
Five O'clock
It's time to hit
Yo' ma' man c' is up in the place
I'ma do it for you dawg! Oh, OG!
Let me hear you say OG!
A'yo, a'yo it's Loc baby a'yo it's Loc baby
It's Loc, it's
see)... what will be?
A hate... that goes by the name of concern
Feel touched... stand and just watch the thing die
So mercy is money, I saw it on t.v. ...
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
your song
But if they pick you up
You gone turn to a singer
Bitch
If 50 Cent wasn't making TV shows
These niggas wouldn't know how to be gangster
Free
fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas
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
2cents That's what it worth, less
See foes, they don't wanna see you blow
They'd rather see you on your knees
The position that they on
It gets frustrating
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
up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in the back
And Im feelin so true
Got much love for my
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'
you see me
And I ain't one of those niggas out here stuntin' for t.v.
I gotta keep it gangsta
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Now I can show you how to put
Me
And I Ain't One Of Those N****s Out Here Stuntin' For T.V.
I Gotta Keep It Gangsta
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
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