Lyrics:
ride
This just first releases
Tell em papi outside
Like 50 cent
Getting rich or die trying
That or Mr West
I'll testify to touch the sky
If you asking,
I
By Nirvana
Memory-y-uh
The first CD I ever stole
From my dad's CD collection
Was an album titled Nevermind
It blew my mind to pieces
Both of us came
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
Wu-Tang, I salute y’all with my hat off
Goddamn, hehe
I was really name dropping like the Game, huh
Shit
But Imma close out like how 50 Cent would say my
and imma say it to yo face again
Make a song with 50 cent and call it many men
Have praise for a nigga in the red now
Cuz I'm the king and imma say it till
schmuggeln
Mit Familienkreisprotection, sie wollen street sein in Texten
Doch hatten nie eine Action, um das im Reallife zu betten
Seit wann machen diese
to slanging
Words, adjectives and verbs, nouns watch the boy get down
On the town in run n street nigger I should wear the crown
By the pound I'm slanging
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
feets cost more then your bail
You know you ghetto when you think you represent
But them niggas in the street ain't spendin' a red cent
Ain't tryin'
week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member
week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member
Ricky Bobby, I be cruisin'
I just did a song with 50 Cent, don't give a fuck about him nigga, two-some
Overseas, talkin' guapanese, twisting lids with
in holy water and take lighting showers
Use Posiedons wife blouses as a towel and by now ya
Wondering just how the fuck I do just what I do...
50
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
the wall like every week
Famous city by the sea
The streets was cold I felt the breeze
I rose from out the ruins
Broke the mold and they neglected me
Hitting
your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga?
(YEAH) , you thugged out? (YEAH)
50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year
(YEAH) you bust your gun
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
the days
Young strays, posted at the L.Q. on Friday's
Waitin for Dice to give the go ahead
Hawkin 50 cent, puttin heads to bed
for a herringbone hear
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
Cousin's fam stayed with us
Gifted me first album ever played (Huh)
Eminem Show clean version (Ahh)
Still intrigued by all his verses (Ooh)
Little did I know
the peace
When I keep the peace in the fuckin' street
By pop your ass again
My name is Yung Baller, bitch, I get it again
Tell your friend
When she pull up,
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
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