Lyrics:
through Compton and see real Bloods
Real Crips
And I'ma always hold you down dat's real shit
I'm the Los Angeles king
And you remind me of Mary the R
five is a little like counting by fives
In fact, if you count it along on your fingers as you count it out loud by fives
Your fingers will tell you how
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
just to get by (yeah)
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we
the time
Only sober me lies
You can drop a penny
Turn that cent into a dime
I learned my lesson
Maybe like that 4th or 5th time
They don't really love you
If
And you need ten for me to buy drinks at the bar
(You're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that your fly
But the homegirls walk right by
(You
, down
Post chorus
Two cents for my thoughts
cnd if I cash `em out I could get `em both
Two cents for my thoughts
cnd I already spent them both
Two
I'm a Hunnid Percent
Poppin out paying no rent
Feeling like I might invent
Something that cost just a couple of cents
Write down some lyrics yeah
nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
you love me if I was down cause
I remember it was 3 AM
Didn't have no damn sense of where I was
Didn't have no damn cents couldn't take the bus home
I'm
world shut-out
Colour by numbers you’re number one (one!)
Popular to boot
Now scoot
Too many dollars and not enough cents (cents!)
Too many dollars
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
comfortable, I'll be counting back from five, I just want why
Relax, and just think of nothing.
[three farts in succession]
Gary phelps: are you gonna keep doing
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure
It was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice?
There's a song about Alice)
Alice came by
Hey, kids, here's the plan
Can you count by fives can you count by tens?
That's great, you've got the skills
To count your money, to pay your bills
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
the ho that you can be
Oh no I ain't gone playa hate you cuzz you dressed like you a freak
Goin "Now I lay me down to sleep"
With that pimp stick hangin
per cent
One per cent
And you're free
The last time they put us down
We had to slow down
And man, it felt good
The last time they put us down
Tell me why, why why
Tell me why
Tell me how really feel inside
Tell me have I been living a lie
Tell me what it is and are you hidden in disguise
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, be
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] see, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett]
the kind they peddle
Down at the five and ten cent store
Braggin'
Folks ain't got no use for braggin'
If your fields are greener
Folks will hear about
mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record deal, I need
and deport 'em all
Some of ya'll, y'all thank y'all are
But I assure you not by far
miseducated by a piece of paper
by the same ones who approved slavery
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