Lyrics:
niggas
Cause they ain't never ever gon last
I'm trying to, Try to stay humble
Cause all my niggas wanna go smash
Iced out my chain now they calling me
and it cost me a fifty No Buyers remorse I ain't showing no pity
Mine still hold 10 brodie dumped the whole fifty
Why tf did you dump the whole fifty
East side gon' back me up, gon' back me up
West side gon' back me up, gon' back me up
South side gon' back me up, gon' back me up
North side gon
out with the two extendo
Clips
I am the pimp and my dad 50 cent
They call me gator how I'm raidin up these Jimmy's for chicks
Now hold up
Gimme a minute
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
me and bro, we was in the store
And both of us got 50 cent cakes
Blow this stick like clarinets
I work this bitch like Kelpy G
My dog trappin',
told me she think I'm the shit
Told Lil Shawty sheen never lien cause I'm…
Ima get rich or die trying and ion know 50 cent
I can get rich as fuck I still
I got this game on lock yo jogging up the block for a 50 cent taco
Knock yo ass out the box so quick
You better check yo bitches purse I think she got
gotta pay that rent
Still gotta make that cents
Still gotta take that, gotta take that
Man, I gotta make that, make that
Mind, body and soul, the trinity
Speak on me, my dawg gon' pull up, tap your head
I ain't gotta pay him (I ain't gotta pay him nothin')
Come watch me play, I hoop like Kobe, I'm
the roof
He landed on Mercer by Versace
Last time they see me I'll
Be shootin' out the Masi
Gucci tearaway suit's, Jesus
Make two bricks out of one
Wipe your
instigatin' we gon' hold it dine yea ya'll see
Hate won't ever live as long as me
End of the bullet where the karma be
Why you wanna try to come talk to me
Try
Benzetta in The Source
Threaten at the boss, you gon' see me on your porch
Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us
But Detroit niggas early and ain't
work it, go ahead grind it on me, that's perfect
I'll pay to play if it's worth it
My phone when you want me you can chirp it
Now get to work it
work it, go ahead grind it on me, that's perfect
I'll pay to play if it's worth it
My phone when you want me you can chirp it
Now get to work it
and my mood changed
Hov made me want to throw the diamond up
Nas made me want a QB chain
Styles, Kiss, and Sheek had me in the street
50 Cent on repeat
dicky, dicky (Bang)
Call me cent how I'm stacking up these fifty's fifty's (Ay, ay)
We big like Giza
Call me pussy pleaser (Pleaser) (Giza)
I am evil
Shoot
down
Self-control really got me hurtin now
Don't judge one by the cover
You never took a step in their shoes
I'm still a caged nigga
Never lost in
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi
Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
He ain't
gettin' racks
'Bout forty thousand a show (uh)
I got forty-two thou' on my neck
The fuck, who gon' stop me? (Bitch)
I've been on this shit, sippin'
When he see the green light, he gon' lay on 'em
Hell yeah, I told the plug to put that weight on me
Hop out with that blue cheese, having that cake
a lil 380 (Yea)
Hey what up 'cause, it's 50 cent
What's happening nigga?
I'm bailing through the door again
Let the Momo pour again me & my ho again
Yea
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