Lyrics:
that's why the worlds Cold bruh (Cobra),
Shout out to Cole yuh,
The neighbors think I'm selling dope they plain annoying,
I'm sorry you can smell
This a vacuum for you bastards
Breathe adapt to my image
We were made in it, nigga
Fuck your perception of time
I smell fear in your fragrance
We
cocktail, you could tell, by the smell
Burn one, let the whole club know I'm here (Hey!)
Let's fly tonight
Come ride wit'cha boy and get high tonight
We makin' mothafuckin hits man
I been runnin' through my city
I count hunnits and the fifties
I'm from New York like I'm fifty
In this game they
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
Telfar
My nigga moved 50 keys from right out his front yard
We said fuck an education
We gotta go hard
On the way to the destination
I spilled some Remy
bag it up, sell it
Aroma so loud, so loud that you can smell it
Death to them niggas getting caught go and tell it
Every time I turn around, y'all got
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
like TLC (Phew)
Just told this hoe she ain't worth 50 cent, bitch, you know I'm a P-I-M-P
Yeah (Phew)
These niggas be triflin', they pockets on E
These
way around it man has to be
And I’m Always on my grind like Cassidy
But I miss my homies like I'm master p
Got the shit on lock with a master key
But I
I didn't leave in peace
Out here to get my P's
Pass me the mic and watch me spit
Their is no shame in me
Wipe my ass on all y'all screens
Level up
party)
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
double-O-P, Dogg my fucking homey
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs
Sure 'nough, I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in
party)
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member
week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member
grounds
Wit the Shits
Just know I'm down
Reasons my niggas keep me round
Fifty cents you want a brown
I'm cool on any side of town
Screaming free my niggas
hold up
Wait a minute y'all thought i was finished
I been chasin' dreams since a
Nigga was an infant
Now we really in it, 50 for the ticket
10k for
my G.U.N Gotta keep blicky
Nggaz P.U.S.S.Y Fuck the other side They gon D.I.E
And in M I S S I S S I P P I We done did our thing
Ima savage 21
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
fuck around and take it back to classic Snoop
On the east side standing on the D-I-P
Back then my only wed was my E-Y-E
Use my P-Y-T and you're
I'll finish him
Make him clutch his lungs I got him forfeitin need adrenaline
Fuck these boys they nun he might be sorta pimpin im 50 cent
I come from
D**k lemme die on it
Bi 50 cent me I just wanna get rich or die trying
I am done trying but e be like say I am not dying
I just wanna get rich just want
by the end of the year
And I still gotta deal with the 5-0
And I stopped sellin' dope in 9-0
But if I came to it
I probably still do it
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