Lyrics:
the tec
To put a hole in your neck
See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five
Ride by, blazin' out the five, nigga I'm so cool
Bitches say,
This motherfucker, man, just won't shut up, will you?
Talkin' about I owe him
Bitch, you owe me
I'm promotin' you right now
Yo, let's put
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone
I keep a big old nigga beater heater
It's in the trunk of my
unless he want one in the tooth
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many
50
Pop out in the all blue like nipsey
Yo do not diss me get ruled out quickly
Had to go see just who down wit me
Shordy be wet like a pool
I'm like
chairs, eye patches and cruches arm slings that came home to have and dutches we can go there but need I shoot put some holes in your Fila suit you'll
anywhere over yo knees
Holes in yo head and yo muhfucking T
Need more than A Tailor luh brodie deceased
Send him to hell nigga's soul got released
Weed is so
lovin' it
Carve a smile on his face now what's funny bitch
I laugh at my opps we ain't duckin' shit
I put one in his face like he 50 cent
I knock out all
feeling— put holes in a cop
They told me don’t fight fire with fire
But I can’t standby while my niggas dying
They grab me, get the flag round my neck
stay fresh
Kush in the building nigga salute and bless
So salute and bless to the new MF on yo FM
Nigga its the new MF
50 for me 50 for all my niggaz
50
(Forty-eight)
Four-eleven Smith niggaz, (Forty-nine)
niggaz in the streets (Fifty)
Now add these niggaz up, I'm fifty niggaz deep
[Lola Damone]
[Verse 2:]
Yo, I
To come through and put a hole in you
(G-UNIT')
Lloyd Banks, ha ha!
50 Cent! I ain't even gotta work hard
Look at these niggas, ha ha ha
The fuck you gon'
proceed
Because we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed
I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what?
With this automatic
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka
fifty niggas in the wrong clan
You fuckin' bitch you better take
You snitch ass home
Is up feel his chrome on your damn dome
Boom boom boom niggas better
What it-what it exactly are we doin?
Don't play yourself
Reward yourself and tune in to
The 2017 BET Hip Hop
Award hosted by me: DJ Khaled and Dade
but don't push me, yo
I had 'em killers in yo' bushes, yo
Them trick niggas splurge on the pussy, yo
You give me one day, I'll Purge on that pussy,
They like pussy I digest
I mean invest I'm 50 cent I been busy
Rome bet I get jiggy but not wit that
Cause' we hoes and we want the paper
Skrt off
trigger finger itchin’ goin’ autistic
Told I'm aimin’ for the headshot
You could see the moisture
Put shells in your mouth
Like you eatin’ oysters
I book
When I'm hangin' out the window wit that AK filling ya punk ass wit holes
[50 Cent]
Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana,
I'm new on that greyhound
played my music in her ears, she was in love with my tunes
She called me 50 Cent and Chris Brown all rolled into one
She wanted some of my genes, so she
our faces when you won't
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit
[50 Cent]
Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco
Betta than soso the games in
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