Lyrics:
to fuck with the flow
I'm tryna keep all of my motherfuckin' ducks in a row (row)
I gotta see a man 'bout a dog and sell him a cat
If you don't know,
Ricky Bobby, I be cruisin'
I just did a song with 50 Cent, don't give a fuck about him nigga, two-some
Overseas, talkin' guapanese, twisting lids with
him
Your brother gave the info and the coding
Your bitch the one that told us what you rode in (ahh haa)
Check ya homies they the ones that put the lo'
hit him up
.50 done lit him up
I unload this choppa to split him up
On point like a decimal
Holdin the pressure tho
Movin thru packs like a pick
Shotta flow, 50k a feature if you wanna know
If he bout it, let him know that I got nine lives
Like run up on me and I'll shoot your ass nine times
Bitches
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
the last to run
While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh
If you don't know you better go and ask someone
50 Cent is my symbol and my name
Buttersworth
Demar one I got a problem, ima call him first
Knocking niggas helmets off was how I got respect
Pop Warner they called me Hammer
I run through yo
hear ye
Told my old lady I'ma give him a run, hear ye, hear ye
Remember runnin' through that alley
Bitch this cat ain't a scaredy
Then I ran
ones comin? every day
And I was changin? plugs on Moses? magic carpet
When, up through the clouds, there came this Model A
He says, ?Gimme 50 cents
to see him
So I'm smiling in my pictures, word to Morgan Freeman
This for the Glory, the Almighty
Take 50 cent and make millions, word to Chris Lighty
Cent
I party like I'm 50 Cent
I'm going crazy Turbulence
Gang
masculine
Art of tying shoes, but barely mastered it
But scanned every magazine and front page passage they ever handed him
Irony: everybody's drawing up
at the hollow's we be selling bags
Try to sell me I got 200 on the dash
You ready to tell I can see it in your eyes
You think it's a game come on nigga roll
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
Heard they talkin' crazy on the other side (Talkin' crazy)
Making threats talking Imma die (What)
I be damn you make mama cry
Hollows fly, niggas
him[01:36.23]Bro said they tryna' add a different case[01:38.78]They think that he was down trappin' out of that section 8[01:41.00]I've seen them hollows hit
for little shit
And my track record ridiculous and that mack10 be magnificent
Packing that power like 50 cent be back in a hour to finish him
These
fully metal, but these hollow points inside my soul I'm grinning
We ain't never met the boy in person
But you know it when we meet him
Yeah, we'll be
Grrah-grrah, boom
Oh yeah, turn me up a lil', uh-huh (It's Lil' C4)
Grrt
Hollows they hit him and rip through his neck (pussy)
Give a fuck if
laying where nobody knows (yo, yo, ay, yo, ay)
Hoes back with the strap, I attack, go back
I remember all days moving pack split 50 cent cakes on me,
in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin he Schwarzenegger
Fools don't take him I took him across the liver
Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
of metal they block get bent many many no 50 cent ain’t do dick this a 30 print man of god I should repent flood they block they shit get drenched final spot
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