Lyrics:
'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My buzz is
to Europe
I heard my whole life nigger comply or die
But in the 1600s the same rules still apply
Three or four generations a hundred fifty-four years
See
sexy in dem leggings
She live by the code for her city she reppin
She work hard for her own she ain't leaving her weapon no
Big Glock 40 by her side she
This shit, real serious not casual sport
Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts
And I'm speedin' through life wit my car in park
And even in the day
can't stop, gotta watch MTV, BET
Nigga, you see me
I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doing good
Or 'cause niggas feeling me more than you in your own
spendin' thousand with my chips
I can't love these bitches, fell in love the rip
I was doin' this shit just for my peers
Hop out, put inside my blood, my
good the same
And I can't say the hood the same
Cuz every day we grow it change
If it matters who's in office
Let me look out to a crane
When your Europe
shit ain't a game nigga no we don't play
If the cops come I won't make it ungainly
My Dad was a trapper momma you can't blame me
This shit in my veins
cause we put in that pain
Remember 50 cent sodas while we walk through the rain
Told my momma that I love her Ima buy her a place
I told my niggas that I
?
Why can't time just pass me by
Hope you can hear my cry up in heaven, oh my
Accomplishments go down the drain when I see the powder rain
Made me forget
can't trust not a
Soul inside these streets
I made a video out there in Copenhagen
So the homies can see
To let 'em know it's more
Than just Pamela Lee
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
his Barkleys
That's ten years, I told Pooh in '95
I'll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95's
Told Banks when I met him, I'ma ride
And if I
wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes we switch the vin
If he sweet then finesse again
Its hard
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
Can’t die young but I live fast
Stay an outcast, nigga woah
I can’t die young but I live fast
Stay an outcast, nigga, woah
Are you ready? Yeah, are
them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm surrounded by many men
But see them boys ain't killing me
They treat me like Metro
If I don't trust you they go
the right choice
Uh am like peak its in me and you can take me away from Africa but you cant take Africa away from me cos it lives in me
Just like you cant
soon, fuck these niggas betrayal
Coped Gucci windbreaker from topanga... I never whore
Versace store in Dubai my faucet drip to the floor
Spent month
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,
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
years, I finally caught up a bit
I always wonder 'bout that time, like if you fucked with my shit
And then we finally met in Europe, playing festival
'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
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