Lyrics:
at the club with a clutch at my waist
If a hata run up I leave a scuff on his face
Blood on his face get drug through a lake
For goodness sake invite the hood
nigga
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and BIG my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel us nigga
Biggie yo' nigga, 50 yo' nigga
Squeeze the trigger,
ridin
Top blew the guts, doors goin suicidin
Stuff in the wood nigga know we gon' kill that
Blow it in the air boy bet he gon' feel that
Purp and yellow,
Bell shot 50 times they thought they'd get away
This is my hood
Q-U-E-E-N-S
From Sunny Side to the Gardens
Elmhurst and all the rest
Italian Ices' crazy
the 90's nigga was ridin' colors with Rally's nigga
In my hood, I was sellin' dope in alleys nigga
You can't finesse me, I'm a mathematician
Just made 200
Yeah
It's ya boy, Clouds
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ridin' thru the city wit my top down
Gotta bad bitch wit me ridin' shotgun
Everybody love me cuz I’m on now
Ya'll niggas want to get high, well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you want
Franklin, ain't the end, I was here when it begin
See if ya ridin' davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin
I bought some new ones in, to replace the older
Tryna turn a thousand dollars
Out of twenty five cents
It ain't a hood in H-town
I can't ride through
Manuever through my city with them
Moves and five
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
cruisin' through the Compton blocks
I'm the beast from the east, but I play on the west
In the drop by myself with my gun and my vest
And you niggas best
and then I dick her down (I dick her down)
Ridin' round the city with a hundred pounds (shhhhhhhh)
Ridin' through your hood with a hundred rounds (pew pew
G-Unit, UTP
Hahahaha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP (yeah)
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em, Buck
50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't fuckin' playin'
a show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab
Already
Higher than the satellite, crawlin' like a baby
Maneuverin' thru the traffic like I'm Tracy
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
(Skrrt) speedin' in it, let the car cruise
Put me 50 Cent on them Ja Rules (Ah)
Prices goin' up in the city
Twenty-six fifty for a jar of blues
Twelve
Late
Walk 8 Miles to be Rabbit that day
Get Rich Or Die Tryin’ my bank account had 50 Cent
Dwayne Carter had me on some Nino shit
But I had Common
and shit
I'll have your hoe eyeballin' at the light
Damn pimpin', you should take time to check that bitch
Find me ridin' through the hood actin' like
a trap star
Man I'm ridin through the hood in a CL-6
I'm the nigga that your baby daddy re-up with
Celebrities, athletes you might see me with
But I
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
February 20, 2014
50 Cent announced today that he has signed an
Exclusive worldwide distribution and services
Agreement with Caroline capitol
UMG
[50 Cent- CHORUS 2X]
Every hood we go through,
All the gangstas around know my whole crew,
We hold it down like we 'sposed to,
Nigga you could front,
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