Lyrics:
and Glock nines
Black? I'm dipped in that
The beats, my mash
Jam you for the platinum you have
Run it, the illest, watch me become it
I'm here, and took it
braces
Not for the fingers, bitches fighting over my paper
Y'all need to chill, sit the fuck down and fix ya makeup
Ghost is ya host, so allow me, hand me
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you
Ain't hot if I'm not there i'm a true playa
You can find me up in any record
Store hurry up and get yours
Ho!ho (I'mi'mi'mi'm) ho!ho Go Go!
Ho!ho
what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
This bitch got you ready to kill you a nigga (damn, damn)
Straight drill you a nigga, you killin' me, nigga (boom, boom, boom)
But I ain't trippin',
like a knapsack
It ain't shit you can tell me
Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP
It's the number one crew in the area, known
than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day your momma birthed you
Just so you can feel me
The same way I'mma feel this world when it kill me
unless it's 50 cent
Vivica,we can share him like the president
Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant,I'm heaven sent
Now watch how I do this shit
Oh, oh,
that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
dices (bet it, bet it)
I did kill Bill, I kill his ass in Volume 2 if he try me (I still will)
Do it for the culture
Do it for the vultures, not
niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change
put they tax on it
But it's not enough
She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar
You gon' have to give me more than five dollars
exotic bitches by the dozen, can't never miss a loss
She don't talk more than two languages, she not the one (not)
Real diamonds on me, you can see it
a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
too?
I been feelin' different give me head before I drive
And if you do not stay then I'ma slide
'Cause I been on some leave me 'lone
I wanna be
get killed, nobody gon' miss you (We not)
My "Get The Strap" video came on after Kanan died
I was hype to be on Starz, I ain't even gon' lie
50 put
a n**** with a chopper die by a 22'
But we can get ignorant
Shady like Eminem
In love wit' da' Benjamins
My n****, we killin' it (we killin' it yeah!)
is Cinco (50)
Next day I had my cock in her throat (Wha)
Imposters on my timeline I seen enough (Man)
Portraying that image you niggas not tough
Pop-pop turn your sweater to a crop top
Killin' you and whoever in that drop top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot,
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
like them niggas
So high, I know which side you on It's time to fight them niggas
I been a savage, niggas not, they're lose, they like to kill me
I been
niggas heard of you
St. Louis niggas is rowdy rowdy
Cleveland niggas is bout it bout it
50 Cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got
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