Lyrics:
ain't perfect
I'm just tryna break you down and see if you're really worth it
You can turn up with your dogs
Or you can turn up by yourself
But when your
to walk down when they took my dog for real
Put this shit on film my lil' nigga steppin' in some Tim's
Lil' nigga dunking shit Kareem come around put shit
by
Then my dog got sick and her heart filled up with fluid
I told him I think she's gonna die
But he stared into the middle distance and he whispered
I
Makin' sure you suckas die. Only ya bye-bye (?)
And the moves (?) of the 5-0 got rappers study
And us gangstas like revival since my arrival.
And roll wit
in a pen
Fifty feet high
They took em all on a 9000 mile ride
And landed on the shore of a place they never seen before
But read about this inside
need ill niggas
I talk bars I feel mean niggas
Fuck all y’all dogs are not me nigga
Life on a high by the high way
How I'm finna do it till my crown day
make up bars
My story's inspirational
Its like knowing 50 used to
Live in his gran's basement
I come up hard baby, and that ain't cool
I didn't make it
Give a fuck
Fuck is up
Bullets gonna make you duck
Hit em up
Like Pac
Bouta make these bodies drop
Bodies drop
Shells pop
50 Rounds from the M&P
Tell ya
we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, I stay close to the heat
And even when I was
Take the throne, on your own, uncomfortable
moving towards that milestone
hit that goal, make 50 more
Marching through those open doors
y'all want
shit is some Swiss cheese
All of my niggas dogs, Because of Winn-Dixie
I don't drink Hennessy, I don't get tipsy
All my niggas bang red like Trippie (14,
stinging pain, he fought like hell to keep the wolves away
For the next few years dad was sick as a dog, but he made a recovery just to spite the odds
to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus
Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store
We need D batteries for the theme music
Snatch
One thing I'd like to request
Ooooooh!
It'd sure be great if you could please stop
Ooooooh!
Murdering all of my other friends
That's a dick move, bro.
break to it
I got 36 ways I can get paid i got dog food
I got mid grade i got rich with 50
And I'm still in this
Riding round right now with a life
mantlepiece that's been there for 50 years, of me with muddy legs and you with
wet mascara. I've been thinking bout the future of us and I think we should get
make you all lose
Weight like it was cardio
A fifty round drum, all boys'll be boys
It's a thirty year war, Hatfields and McCoys
Sometimes a fire prevail
niggas ain't ready
They got the pounds and we runnin' in
I just got a play for like twenty bands
I know I'm hated by many man
That's why I keep me a fifty
whip I can't see
(Forreal)
I don't ride around with we got AC
(I don't)
Unc whipped the watch out the pot
He got an AP
Had my dog pull up, shootin' like
by manipulating the public
like he manipulated Tawanna Brawley. It's politically incorrect.
hip-hop's WACK man
Yeah I know, say word
All these MC's got diseases
Yeah they got like frostbite, there's a bad plague baby
MC's got delusions
the grass, it's three at night
I'm about to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus
Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store
We need D
to front
You can play baseball and bunt or roll up a blunt
I'm the kind of dog that was released from the pound
I'll bark in yo face hopin you love da
Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?
[Nas]
To my dogs, wherever you are
What up Big? You know shit is rough after you slid
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