Lyrics:
I'm still the same n***a when I'm 50 deep, I'm by my lonely
I was taught to run down, no long range, get close up on him
Run up, that's a headshot,
from the streets nigga!
Triple OGs told me to teach nigga!
And that aint made up, nope! Thats a fact
They say that gangsta shit, is the shit i rap
Look
(60)
Let off 10 now I'm riding with 50
(Brddddd)
Spot my Vick 9 times like 50 cent
(Bow bow bow)
Just me and my pistol don't ride with many men
My young
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
your rhymes sound like they
Was written by Clear Channel i used to
Drive through 50 states and hear 50 flows
Now every city knows the same song
It's just
and Mr. O ahpotraphe
Never listen to these popasees cause they suck!
(I love 50 Cent he gritty went he vent but I'm rough)
And you can see it in my demeanor
I had 50 cents
Onna bag of chips
Had to spend the shit
I'm legit
I get money quick
We buy everything
Everybody want a couple cents when I'm coming in
to this shit, so gangsta
Yeah, we in a caravan right now
'Bout sixty-five cars
Cadillacs, Chevrolets, Monte Carlos, IROCs
5.0s, Falcons, Cougars,
stars made by cinnamon
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm hated, yes, by many men
She look me dead up in my eyes, baby, do you love
Him, or me (or me)
Not one
shit soon as I hit the town
Now my hoes out
Show up in that new Ferrari Roma
I done showed out fuckin' Gangsta Gibbs
I'm Soulja Slim without the gold
need it they gone throw it to me
Put me in the game I'm goin in I'm scorin hella buckets (Let's get it)
Ok West see now you got me on my gangsta shit
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
tour, then go and cook crack
Look at me now bitch, you don't know how rich
Lloyd Banks, Yayo, 50 cent, game nigga, or I'll get
Solute a soldier when
bring the grip with the passion
To be the fuckin' greatest
Load up and take shit
Make it to some high dollar gangsta shit
Jack a stack 'til we got
I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I
was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some help
I done heard about the fifty
was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some help
I done heard about the fifty
(fast)
It's either rap, or take a penitentiary chance (chance)
This rap shit too easy for me to go back
Ten for a piece of crack, fifty to rap
shit and I like to buy shit
Shit, I'm gettin' stupid money, what else we gon' do with money?
Bitch, we be ballin' out, the king, bring me fifty bottles
don't make me laugh
Get to mine, tell by my watch, this a different time
Livin' fine, I'm gettin' high as your shit decline
Who believes he movin' keys
(fast)
It's either rap, or take a penitentiary chance (chance)
This rap shit too easy for me to go back
Ten for a piece of crack, fifty to rap
cream
Nigga, fuck bitches
Pussy lips, contraband for chips
Sold all kinds of shit
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips
Switched all kinda clips
50 raised,
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
fuck your ears like a statutory rape
Murderous nigga on the gangsta tip
So MC Ant cover me while I reload the motherfuckin' clip
And by the way if
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