Lyrics:
the automatic
Paper towels in the public restrooms
But that's me I guess
So I been low riding while bumping 50
50 times a day &
Spending 50 cents on a bummy drink
I make it stop freeze pop
Keep talking shii you get hit wit a glock
Growing up niggas was calling me opps
Growing up bitches was calling me pops
If you decide you hate me then I'll take that choice, but
I gotta tell you my story before you take make that choice, son
You gotta understand, yeah,
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
York, I ain't got a car
Ambiance of the Alta Mar, nonchalantly coolin' by your broad
Hard, how much it cost? You gotta ask, you not someone I should be
One tenth of a milligram
An ounce of this material would make a hundred and fifty thousand such doses (wow)
Let us observe the effects
We get it
We
Rubik's
Baby wanna fuck
Told that bitch she gotta slurp me
When I make her horny
I be gone by the morning
Please don't call my phone
My main bitch at home
Yeah
Somehow, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can't lie, I still wake up and jugg some days
Just to make sure that my family good
playin games nigga nah I gotta six sense
That big ole fat titty booty bitch she got no sense
She slobbed on nob for a dollar, gave her 50 cent
And then I
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
like 50 cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest and I had to go repent
Smoke one joint it had me on my ass and I say holy shit
I had one cup of Henny straight,
a fellon
I beat the case and that's it
And I wasn't acquainted with him
But I'm tryna make it to Heaven
But they don't want me to make it
That's why
Its the way i live my life
Always give 100 take back 50
Give one 100 and i take back 50
Dont have anytime to be so thrifty
Dont need a shrine just
Just fifty cent in my hands you know half a dollar, now I'm on a high prices yacht you can't afford this, eating swordfish trying to make it
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
poppin’ and booked it up
The car, man, you gotta look it up
I hustle drugs like me on a song, nigga
I hook it up
I shook it up and made a wish with it
Then
gotta make sense (Cents)
Ain't a secret We at war with the triccs
For my people I ain't ever been a bitch
Gods grace I'm the man Heaven sent
You really
Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto.
Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting
50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal
"I sit by myself"
"Talking to the moon"
Trying to get to you
No one around
I'm talking to the moon
Searching for greatness
I hope I find it soon
It's
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
payment I need it on time Gotta get mine by the end of this rhyme
And I came through no way and I standing in line
Some niggas hate at the drop of a dime
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
this jelly
All pre-trick, a major erection before we go pull over at a 7-11
Protection is a must to survive and in ghetto heaven
You gotta wrap it
make y’all fall
Harder than satan
It’s Christ until I die
Oops no I mean eternity
The body does die
But the soul lives certainly
There’s gotta be more
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