Lyrics:
you want, just let it bump
Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
on the lines
Was born to chalk them out
5-0's from the G-Unit in the raid van
But I seen through it
Got a deuce 5 in the Skate House
That was 10th grade back in
underground
I'm fuckin shit up
Talk sound cheap to me
Nigga get yo cents up!
Aye nigga
Meet me at the taco house
East of 110 off like King right by my granny
yeah, yeah)
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to the bright screen
I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still
walked out the door
Nobody knew where he came from
They won't forget he came by
They won't forget how a .44 gun
One night made the difference in size
aint know that
Know we out here lookin for a toe tag
They was four deep but I had one gat
We done got more heat so please come back
Please spin back
on another wave
You can't come outside today
I'm dunking like NBc
I got mad cause she blew smoke my way
Bit can get the hell out my face
I'm stashing money in
is my gun
I want all the smoke til ain't no breath in my lungs
Starring out the window a sign I need me one
We came from the struggle
I told my
a way to run, reaching for his gun, cried out "I give up trying"
Heart weighs a ton inside him
The deed is done he's flying
From head to toe, all his
Had to climb my way back out
Had to take my time I went step by step
Had to pray to god hella blessed hella blessed
Not too long ago inna messs inna
And I was just playing, I was just playing man, you feel me
I don't even know how to rap yet
Mami got trash head, but her cat wet
You don't got 50
Waiting on the storm
Yeah, waiting on the change
I should be looking for the change or be out
Dancing in the rain
But my 2 cents can't buy me fame
Come step up for your area
Yeah no one's scared of ya
Pushing packs on the regular
Surveillance getting heavier
Gang by my side, you know where down
with two of your most deadliest men's in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, home or not
It's that no
Knocking on the door extra hard and shit
Like you just stressed out or something)
My nigga, I don't even know where to begin
Dog (What happened, man?)
Look,
Cause L frames is crack, popped out, nina one of his eyes
Can't come back home, they locked out
All he did was re-up, hustle for kick money
Kept Beez
Lewinsky off
At the White House
Come check out your boy
Still poppin', still rockin', still watchin'
(You ought-a know by now)
I still got it, yeah still
nigga?
So what you gon' let me come through or what?
Damn, it ain't gotta be all of that someone out there
Come through about 8, shit, alright I'll see you
amber rose
Choke on my dick like some cinnamon
Many man want me dead call me 50 cent
Fuck nigga I smoke on adrenaline
And I'm always gon keep it
and we stay sucka free
I don't what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a motha dolla outta me
Break u off with 50 cent for the bus and I'm out
If it
that my family until I'm filthy rich
And got a tv series just like 50 Cent
Then I pull the top up off that '66
Chevrolet
Hear them niggas say
Man this
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