Lyrics:
got me too gone
Aint kevin gates but got 2 phones (Wit me)
Bro got a glock and that bih hold a 50
You ain't a boss you a bitch in yo city
We gonna
don't dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose like bla'!
Mini-14 like bla'!
Empty out another magazine like bla'!
Let a young nigga get by!
I kill
could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
everything I said I would when I was still rockin sand tees
That's when niggas couldn't stand me
I bring chairs for the family
Have a seat pop a pill
I'm type
counterfeit
He ain't really bout a bag, he tryna bag a bitch
Many men, ayy, want me dead, I feel like 50 cent
I remember back then, ayy, I didn't have a cent
I
them thangs
Hot headed nigga u kno the business
Ain't no one to snitch if it ain't no witness
Chopsticks and them poles
We got ars by the doors
I popped
This point niggas ain't catchin' up, get over that
Touch me and we make you an organ donor
Boy, we over-strapped
Count the money by myself
I
shipe, go by the rule, shipe
Drop everything where you stand nigga,
Give it all up, like a man nigga
You workin with somethin, nigga bring me
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
niggas in Heaven I'm 'bout to send 'em away
I'm exhausted I kill this nigga two times
24 hours man this shit been a repetitive day
Nigga tell me is it
'bout to kill these niggas
So you might not see me 'til tomorrow'
'til I get it, then my palms start itchin'
Soon I hit the block, then my bong gone
turned me to a fucking man (21)
Living by the code, I don't talk to police (never)
Stand up when I'm pissing, can't no nigga ho me (pussy)
Rapping like
Promise I did more for my
Niggas than them Obamas did
Late-night stepping like "Thriller"
You niggas dead to me
Tagging Seventh Street
They scrubbed it off
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
lika gatherin
So dont be playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon
you
Police tryin to tell me how to kill you
When you feel you really wanna jump in the mildew
Ain't no tellin what niggas with kids will do
Travis
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now hahahahaha, we gon' see
Reason MellowHype BlackenedWhite's rollin' with me
R.I.P. to the cops with the goal to get me
I'm a 390 nigga fuckin' tipsy
Bitch, fuck the police,
(50 Cent)
Yeah, it?s 50 uh huh, Scrappy it?s the Unit
Ahh nigga what you don?t know
Is I ride around with the 44
Got a lil brown tryin to get some
one-fifty-five
In the city where the little niggas die
I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready
If you kill me
Young motherfucker pull the trigger
If you kill me
You
I'm gonna... I'm gonna find you.
[50 cent]
It's the first of the month
Hahahaha
It's the first of the motherfuckin' month nigga
OOOHHH!
It's a fuckin'
grace
Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face
Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em
I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano
told 'em my Mustang was not for sale
But they still tried me like
My name was John Wick (I told 'em)
These niggas don't know who they fuckin' with
(John
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