Lyrics:
Can't cap I had to get up out the hood and go and get some money
Ride with my stick where ever I go yeen taking nothing from me
Ion give a fuck
station in Jamaica
Queens zach Fink Ny1 50 cent:
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50
Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want
like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gang-bang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in
the birds
i do my dirt in the hood but i live in the burbs
when you talk be carefull how you choose your words
cause i send niggas that put your fucking
mouth
You should hear how they talk about me
Man 50 f***ed up, I mean real f***ed up
He left us in the hood, we f***ed up
I can't believe this n****
when I walk, a bop when I walk
You now rockin' wit the grimiest
Nigga in New York
50, aka Ferrari, F-50, aka 50 Cent
Now fuck wit me
Cut a fiend, suffer
(whoa). Revolvers aint gonna jam i'm sinical and put you in that clinical relm. Welcome to my hoods a summer in hell. I'll be the last born sun in
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
a nosey rat but ain't nobody heard of you
they call me king, cha-ching that money coming in
man everything I seen is over cause I'm hood
my pinky ring,
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
hurt, you throwing stones in the crack house
To MLK, Civil Rights was a hot job
Most NY niggas heard 50 Cent teach them how to rob
How many heard Africa
they want some
Used to get my shit from a straight Columb'
Cracker fucked around and locked the connect down
Now only Mex hold weight in the Town
fists are all blinged up
In the hood they say 50 "you a grimy nigga"
With the rims in that Coupe stay shiny nigga
(stay shiny nigga)
When you disrespect
it by my lonely
CB4 gangsters man they so gusto
24/7 all I do is hustle
Old folks in the hood call me p man
Double cups Styrofoam I sip lean man
they know redd one of the best
Plus I shine like I got a sun on my chest
[Lil' Flip]
In down south I put diamonds all in your face
And I'm sellin fifty
I smoke the shit
50 Cent, look what you damn did
Took a ’94 nigga from the hood, made him be
Now every ho want a kid from the Kidd Kidd
They tripped,
and
Vanish in thin air
I've finished my work, now it's time to cop
And meet that Chinese lady
At the baggage spot i need twelve twelves
And fifty
(yoom)
Finna meet the plug, might put him in the back (in the back)
Carbon 15, got one in my jacket (my jacket, yeah)
These niggas basic, yeah, I'm way
shit get you wacked if I find em hiding Where he sleep
I rather get rich or die trying I'm feeling like 50 Cent niggas really envy me
Ima god in my city
yeah, we got 49 of 50, lookin' at the difference
I don't think that you can score
Yeah, I been drivin' in my city, town that's full of pity, drugs, love,
introduce me to the 'burbs
They gon' listen to my words
In the hood they feel my shit
(Break it down)
Picture a perfect picture, picture me in a pimp
introduce me to the 'burbs
They gon' listen to my words
In the hood they feel my shit
(Break it down)
Picture a perfect picture, picture me in a pimp
Brr, ayo, ayo
Penthouse, 2 stoves
Dome shot, made a tootsie roll (boom)
Walk up in your hood like, "Fuck y'all"
They ain't see my lil' nigga
sleep that night
Woke up the next morning, niggas had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch
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