Lyrics:
His old what-a-burger coffee cup
Read refills only five cents
It lie in 4 or 5 pieces now,
The mug he'd had since I'sa kid
With a puzzled look
the collection plate comes by
You put in a ten take back a five
You ain't right
Son, you ain't right
Say the least your different
A couple quarts shy,
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
have to say goodbye
I got sixty five stitches, is this how you treat my miss
You ant washing the dishes
There are no plates to the tables, the plates
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
chat
But I don't think it's gonna stop
Still going going by the name "Ziploc"
5 blows going everywhere still 'gon pop
I just pay in a hope that I don't
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Imma ten digit
Working Nigga
On a mission
I got visions
Call me Jordan
I ain't missing
All you bitches keep your distance
My life
Like a movie scene
Yeah going off the rip , finna go spend 5K on the fit
Never been broke but I'm finna get rich
She want ten bands I'm a give her ten cents
All black
Running with choppas gone blow off ya hairline
Ain't showing no mercy, your patna go missing
I'm hurting my kidney this lean that i'm sipping
V-eight scat,
envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires
on the landline
I could sell it by the pan
Or the gram in this
Scramble in the lamb like I
Got the shit pan-fried
So nasty and so classy
Have you lookin' like Ryan
attend to that
And you can take that vest off cuz
Imma put em in ya hat
Point blank walk up ain't never
Did a drive by
Catch a nigga slippin and let
Cos ain't shit intimidating about your sound
You're just two imitating little clowns
A nuisance times two
That's not even worth two cents combined so in
at least thirty-four cents and my clothes were smelling like shit?
Ain't get no check-up, I was patient
Now, you come in the mix with a high five and a
"I
pain I been stressing shit I'm missing my dawg
Know you won't answer I just wish I could pick up and call
So much pain I been stressing shit I'm missing
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
you don't feel right
From the seventy five plan to day bright
To the cigarettes under the midnights
Yeah, maybe it won't hurt to call
Oh, yeah,
On my way to the town to take some cizash
An if you shizort bitch you in the bizag
I got fifteen in the tank, on my way to Burbank
Fist stealin' 5, ready
Coupe got the missing roof, your boo came up missing too
Poof, I just stoled your boo, now ooh, she gon' eat the crew
Bread up in the gang, you
On the day my grandma died
Fuckin' lesbian
For fifteen cents a
Day you can feed an African
They eat pennies
Old peoples' skin sags
Because it's being
to switch up
I hope you remember me by
I wish I could've been your guy
But I won't see that day
I wanted you to be my bae
Five years I liked you I know that
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