Lyrics:
the pressure falls on those who can handle it
They say, we're measured by the way that we handle it
They say, that if doesn't bust that means that we're diamond
HONORcBLE FLEX(S.O.S. LO, featuring Chris King and Trippie Red) SONG SHEET
Song Produced by: cdrian "cP" Porter, cbraham Poythress and , CeeJay
New York City!
You are now rapping, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it,
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy
Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with
City
They've gone about as fur as they can go!
They got a big theater they call a burleycue
For fifty cents you can see a dandy show
One
50 Cent, I ain't ya Enimem
I ain't ya Jigga Man, I'm a chinaman
Ginseng in the palm of my hand
She looks suprirsed in the palm of my hands
You know
nigga off coke tried to act up
Against the world's greatest mind, Bob Digital
Might throw a Shaolin Hand-block or a fifty-two
My young son Big Un don't
of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops
off, everybody huddle up
Twenty cent dime pieces, watch the water bubble up
A piece of the puzzle, son, pieces, crumble up
My old righteous troublesome,
the G Game Foul, now
Nobody gave me a red cent
I don't answer questions, don't let the Feds vent
Huh, gun fire that's a dead scent
He gone bleed a little
how the hell I keep on flowin
On, they wonderin how I've lastin long
It's the bong that I smoke, by the palm wit don
Aow, that make ya want to sing
I
be keeping it real, aye
Keep this shit a dollar, I don't keep it fifty cent
I was out there every night, that Marathon on 55th
Nigga all I know is
We'd set up lemonade on the side of the road
You'd always stop by it was on your way home
Fifty cents for a cup you'd leave me the change
You'd say,
the rose is too intense,
A bottle of joo-joo and I think that'll do,
Here's five dollars and 50 cents.
Hold on he said holding up his hand,
I'm afraid
this paid
Let alone all this fame
I was just inspired by the shit that Jody played
I'm talking 50 cent talking Shady talking Jay
This the shit I used
feet
She’s my best friend like 50cent said
Not one gangster out there cannot say that he wasn’t breastfed
Homie put that gun away, I know you a thug okay
(drop, drop)
And look ever since I was a little king
And they said around 10 is when I first picked up the pen
My uncle showed me Jay-Z
Tupac, 50 Cent
you took him, you say there is a reason
Why we burn under the sun even with spf 50
Either drought or flood, you say it has its season
But honestly I
to hit my phone again
50 Cent, I got many men
Friday, slide in a minivan
Bright future, I got plenty plans
Beat up the pussy, I got Tyson hands
Broke nigga
und die Schusswaffe glänzt
Get rich, 50 Cent, 030-Citygangs
Keine Zeit für Schlaf, ich muss wach sein
Bull'n observier'n unser Stadtteil
Verräter sind
Dann mit der Pumpgun
(Dann mit der Pumpgun, dann mit der Pumpgun
Dann mit der)
13,50 für ein Kilo Hasch
Nougg3apreis, asahbi, ich liebe meine
press a button in a coupe and disappear,
I snap my fingers and a hunnit vibes can just appear,
50 cent, I give all these hoes magic stick,
Wrap it
year)
AC on blast, so I can wear my Cashmere
Everything's a flex when you were
Up next to die out
I used to crumble the noodles
Fifty cent for a pack
to that
It was Eminem and Backstreet Boys
Fifty Cent in the club bumping New Noise
Linkin Park
And Street Sharks
Red power ranger could you call me Tony
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