Lyrics:
And after we worked up a sweat and got loose
We bought a Hero and a fifty cent juice
Word yo
Uneek, Uneek, remember back in the day?
Yo, let's Ice
Travelling 50 miles just to see her in the flesh
Now the constant daily reminder of nothing that I can do
Hope you're in a better place and you'll have your
Of what's inside my head that's like free rent
My brand named cereal should be called
Chock full o regrets
Half a dollar like I'm fifty cents
Please don't
over 50 cent get the strap
Rental cars from Silver Boys, we pullin up in black
Life's a gamble, no fish table, we high stacks
You niggas fake, I know
Hahahaha
Ayyo, 50
What I tell you?
We ain't even have to say shit
They did it, ha-ha
Monkey see, monkey do
Don't ever make the first move,
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
only live in my prime like I'm Optimus
Bitch yes I know I the shit I'm an optimist
I don't drink on that shit but I'm an activist
Just by breath
Heart
yeah
If I ever do it
I manuver thru it
Cut ties
Shit
God Damn
Do you think that you could do it
Really are you stupid?
Look I'm the fuckin' man
Never
wadn't
Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
With the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine
The back cracker smack you with
My verbals
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
I can't trust you If your love ain't real
You claiming that you with me
But I know you gonna squeal
If you keep it 50
Then I gotta give you 10
If you
hardy, burbs now im movin in
Acres so big ima need me a landscape
50cent cake i turned to a pancake
Smack down, 50 bands, shit raw
Best producer turnt
of the candle, there's a twenty grand stack
Heat the glass, pull the wax out, and cut that bitch in half
Carbon paper 'round the paper, makin' fifty stack flimsy
how to be a master
For our Peoples who I see Dilated turn your fuckin grill to alabaster
Indelibles...
(Len scratches up various excerpts from "Fire in
on the pavement, you can't say shit
Your mouth is gagged, you surrounded by
A thousand guys totally under your spell
They all totally scared of the power you hold
(so I)
Hop in the line at the Mac (Donald's)
Couldn’t afford me a Mac (yikes)
I run down the street to a Wendy’s ‘cause
The 50 cent frosty is back (ice)
(Antt did the track)
'Rari sittin' on twenty-fours, ya dig?
Had to cut the bitch, she couldn't play her role, ya dig?
A couple million plus I
wealthy to eat healthy, want to have a salad
Mad 'cuz a burger & fry is only ninety-nine cents
Abide by the law so I don't become a fatality
At the hand
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up
stay on top, call her Abraham
On top of the chains like a pyramid
Like fifty we sliding on many men
Bitch I get you gone for like fifty cent
Yea uh, Yea
money, not even fifty cents
You can't buy no fucking cigarette or shit
Talking 'bout beef, man, put that to a end
I cannot beef with no Jake, not my
don't rule your cut?
- or if the streets don't dig your beats
- or if my man ain't fifty grand?
- or if the hoods don't think you're good?
- or if your
Yeah, yeah (buckle up)
Yeah, I shoulda let ya
First time on a Havoc beat
Legendary
(Always I'm in some shit)
Okay
I'm just tryna close
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