Lyrics:
wreck toast to deaf notes
TEC blows, I only put a hole in your leg so
Ladies and gentlemen
It's going on right now
Official Nast' don't be
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Lexus Limo
I'm a swang three lanes to the piece and chain
And the pinky ring I'm gonna blind
'cause it's my time, I pack my dime, I put two holes
Right in
brainwave's on an ????? graph. Yo, I'm stark ravin mad
Your whole scientific staff'll get killed in a nuclear blast
When I throw the ????? flask in my
Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife (niggas is trife)
He figured Rock set him up, no question
Wet 'em up no less than 50 shots in his
to hear from?
I'm comin back with the full artillery, comin back with them full drums
I'll beat yo' ass and I'll stomp you out
With Buck, Banks, 50 comin
And put my bars all in line
Yo baby mama texting me
Saying that fine
All in my dm's
Wanna see I ain't lying
Rap is my life
I don't know what a hoobie is
' ass while I kiss all on yo' kitty
Put that dick deep in yo' back and have you cum all on this missile
Put yo' hands behind yo' back and smack yo' ass,
gold two seater
Stash in the dash
Hole through heaters
Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters
Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs
Ballin, Brooklyn dawn
prosper
Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doing this since a young buck
Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk
Gardena to Gardere, Louisiana (woo)
We was at Louisiana, came up off them snack packs
50 cent for Shastas, itchy blop up in the backpack
Little Caesar
right
Got him in the Hell hole
Livin at the speed of light
Prayin that the time fly by so
He can see the light
See his kids meet a wife
All over a key
(Woo) , came up off them Snack Packs
50-cent for Shastas
Itchy blop' up in the backpack
Little Caesar Hot-N-Ready box
We had to have that
Made us heavy
they playin is lame
How i'm came at a ho is all a bitch gone know
What I won't, what I don't and where to put my dough
Back-talk get you slapped broad
Many strange things happen in a studio while the mic is live
Yo, yo, yo, yo, get crackin'
It's the one an' only Buc-mutha-fuckin' Fifty
Up
yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I'm salt free
You lay a hand on Hov, my shooters shoot for free
I promise World War three
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
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
50 cent get the strap cuz my backwood full of that power
On my way to my first shoot out me and Michigan was in that Pontiac bumping twin towers
Ever
Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
Some Say I'm Crazy For Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same
perky, this drank Got me boosting my attributes
Don't dang on that avenue
Blood put a hole in yo back or two
That mac a screw, blow yo apple in half lil
nigga you not ready for me
(no)
It's G-Unit and we bout to get this fuckin' hoe
[50 cent]
Yea nigga I'm the first one up
I heard you been talking mad
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