Lyrics:
ain't cook in a minute
So fuck all the talking man now I'm making time
Still hit the hood for that ghetto hook up
Wings fries fifty cent soda
It's non
it's okay
Man, I was dead, now you're there
I don't know who you are but I can do no less
Never asked for help, you came by yourself
You took my head, I
[Skinny DeVille]
I broke a dollar down the gutter (?) the dime, quarter, penny, nickel
Flipped the 25 to 50 cent, now watch the bitch triple
Game
He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Could have been different if we didn't take Ls but the Ls made the Ws sweet
Could have been bagged or could've been dead the lord had mercy on me
She
of the car
50 cent quickly got a cigar
Said we need to find a place where we can park and talk
Where police don't come, we can spark and talk
I know the spot,
the shit honey (WOO!!!)
Hood nigga with the rubberband grip money
If I go broke I make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with
makin' sure you ain't dead man
Fuck This! I grab a scalpul and stick it dead in his scalp!
Calm down he's dead now, Fuck!
Here comes somebody, better
be me in the ground
But I guess that two's company, three is a crowd
So it looks like I'll be here until the bitter end
But I feel like 50 Cent, cos
your man what I said, fucking with Dreads
In the 500 I'm blunted, most wanted by Feds
Lock me up, your little ass copied up
Had the whole East Side
and send, a few shots towards your friend
Because if I do then he need it, massive ego watch it bend
Making tunes all we do, driving by the ocean
Nothing new
punish any nigga decide to stand in front of me
I was spendin' bands before it was a trend from the ugly
Always got revenge, if I ain't get my man, I got
for real
This that TI versus Lil Flip
This that 50 Cent versus Ja Rule
This ain’t checkers more like chess in the park
I’m just waiting on you to make
pocket
Dawg you naw go be so lucky
Yaw go dead, you could a guard up
Mek your mumma fuck di monkey
See through clip in a the fat Glock
20 50 stacks in
And I got receipts down to the ankle
Same role playing games feel the pain though
I could put like 50 scrolls
Write em down with the soul
Of the agony
coming not a sound
Make it when no one around
No word from my town
Finally calm my life down
Still tryna talk like they earthbound
Mans popped down by
Yeah, yeah
All that shit man, people got heated
Yo, let me tell these girls something man.
Yo, if you know you got it going on we cool.
I ain't
this issue
But if we let fear control our actions or we’ll stay divided like fractions
So question question
Are you fearing God or man
And what kind
They ah kill ah nigga dead if you play with them
They ah kill ah nigga dead if you play with them
They ah kill ah nigga dead if you play with them
swear, man (ah)
Lately I been fucking bitches by the two's (two's)
Getting millions by the two's (two's)
Black gulley, black seats, hop out in Chicago
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
with a blue eye
No I'm not talking about my baggy eye or baggy pants
Cuz I wouldn't give two cents if 50 cent
Told me that he got presents
I'm just
Ah fuck that shit look
Can't tell if I'm a little withdrawn
Or dead dog sent to quote/unquote live on a farm
The coke bottles tint film noir
twist his body tore a ligament
Hit up nine times over 50 cents
Bet he think again before he try again
Blowin' smoke, we lit up like a cigarette
Treat her
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