Lyrics:
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
wouldn't help if I acted mad
I played along, accepted the welts
I guess I was dad from a distance, through the resistance
Two nights later I'm in the hotel
I
Big Broski, calming us down, he gave em like a fifty, in cents
They ain't getting any bands, cause we driving in Benz, fuck them mofuckas' it don't
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
in a
Single home by a single woman i
Am a very proud black man
I shouldn’t have ignored the signs from
Your your first song and video
I hate you so
cos I'm that lyricist
Plus, I'm that Nigga with 3 records set
That's held up in the Guinness book
But people fail to mention this on the internet
But if
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
the life in the grill, gorilla pimpin
If I have to mack ya wife then I will, it's me and 50 Cent
My nigga, live in trife, and thats real, talkin shit on us
remy nah
Just for the lookout I toss a 50, if that thing up on my hip
Then you gone know it, you gone hear that mafucka'
Won't be from me tryna show it,
I heard you on the wireless back in fifty two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through
Oh, a, oh
They
wack
Me, I'm tight as fuck
Look
All I'm catchin' is niggas on Twitter, dissin'
And talkin' lies on they lives
I can't recognize my ex-twin in full
'm in debt with Christ, I done did that twice
I'm nice, y'all niggas can't hang wit Fifty
Brat, y'all niggas can't bang wit Fifty
For every bar in
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I
I heard you on my wireless back in fifty two.
Lying awake intently tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.
Oh a-oh
used to
I'm leanin' in my ride, fo' fifth, cock bangin'
Me, I'm ridin' by ya on the corner, block slangin'
I'm livin' that boss' life (life)
The hos come
and pray to gods
If all I feel is pain and guilt?
Let's live like a dream,
Let's live like a novel.
We both lived
On the same street,
It was beautiful.
bitches in the kitchen, never home alone
And he's on the grind
Please, let me know if he's on your mind
And respect, you'll give me
Ludacris, I live
bitches in the kitchen, never home alone
And he's on the grind
Please, let me know if he's on your mind
And respect, you'll give me
Ludacris, I live
spending doe ( then I go) spend a couple bands spending 50 more ( yeah). Cant get no other nigga like that and fucked more chicks than I write tracks. Wrote
'll lash on your ass
With this fire burnin' passion I have, that would drive me insane
Fuckin' I be in pain but the stakes are too high
So I can't walk away,
My homie wanted a Chevy so I put my dog in the 'Vette (swerve)
Ha, plus I'm so loyal that that paper, boy, is all that I fetch
If the ball in my hand
G-Unit, UTP
Hahahaha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP (yeah)
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em, Buck
50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't fuckin' playin'
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