Lyrics:
trophy
Got my homies, become the OGs, and now they cannot breath
And my boys, we them bros, one got shot by the cops
And john got a crash, huh, youngin
It's that easy
I had to run it up on these broke niggas
50 bands worth of dope, nigga
It's that easy
Had to run it up on these broke niggas
50
in apartments
Old soul gotta represent
Dumb niggas talking like 50 cent
Squeeze triggers now that boy heaven sent
Squeeze triggers now that boy heaven
cashman
When the rain pour
Have ya rain coat
Close to being rich 50 cent from being broke
All black gnights I be talking like the pope
All black lil nigga
slugs flyin' high, got yo' body real heavy
you can't move, ya' got buff
now your stuck
left Wayne on the set, and yo' boys to pick you up
out cold
play not today
What the fuck happened to MTV
Why these whack people get to make a cd
I dont know man look at 50 Cent
He dont move his mouth when
it come to woman them a nuh di problem
K.C.R , ina di place, bad baby a represent
Chorus:
Jockey, Jockey
Jockey, Jockey, Jockey
Jockey, Jockey
Rude boy
You don't have very many options
You can, get with the program, or you die
The Unit
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
You see
lean[01:08.33]Internet fame and clout done turned these boys into feens[01:11.37]And all that flagging gone fuck around and get yo fake ass dropped[01:14.26]By a fucking
put one inside his contact lens
Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz
Death wished on me by many men
But I ain't 50 cent feel like
like 50 sins
100 bands or 50 cents
Shit don't matter keep it 100 man
That's what's I tell me on my cloud
Yes I'm a humble man
Say it out loud
Make them
the store and we both get 50 cent cakes
You heard what I said in that new shit I say
If you can't break bread he fake
I had one more buck on my plate
It was
on my 50 cent shit get the fucking strap aye
Im gon be famous they gon know my name
Cause bitch ima star ima star ima star
Ima ball ima ball ima ball
Im
addicted to money
Look at your boy
(Boy)
Got 50 thousand in this mouth
(Mouth)
Look at your boy
(Boy)
I'm fixin' to buy a way bigger house
I'm
And after we worked up a sweat and got loose
We bought a Hero and a fifty cent juice
Word yo
Uneek, Uneek, remember back in the day?
Yo, let's Ice
Verse 1:
I got this coffee pot of white soap
Stuck my hanger down the center
When I entered I spent it cause it was like dope
But on the real-a he
Here comes that guy in his stripped down Model A
And he says, ?Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my
a rude gyal
Don't do it, stop fuckin' up your mental
(Okay) it is on go, it's up by my slums
Real ass bitches and they all down to ride
Hanna Montana, it's
getting this shine[00:23.30]I can't change up[00:25.17]Boy I got family ties[00:27.00]You not gang, no[00:28.80]No you can't get in this ride[00:30.66]You
Nah, me never bad for me bad
But know what happens when you raised in North West, rude boy
WSTRN season
Nah, we don't need a reason
That's just
got soul
Niggas coming home from doing wild time
Talkin bout P - "Yo P I could rhyme"
50 Cent did it I could do the shit too
But you not 50, he
that rude boy, bad boy, comin from the ville
Step to the Boot Camp, somebody get killed by me
The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my nigga Mr. S-T-R-A-N-G
Some of ya
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I hit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I pit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
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