Lyrics:
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
I'll give you something to talk about
I go off
Come around me fronting I'll air you out
I go off
Yeah! you
and little kids
Say you gangsta thats cap
Stop lying bitch
Shout out to my clique
We really lit
We really sick
We keep popping shit
Keep Turning up
Then we
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
F#7
Sleepy Head, got to get you out of bed;
D9 Dm6 Bm7-5 Cdim B7
"You just stand around and shout until you get me
I got panoramic views when I move on my sixth cent
I got pretty close to the goal that I invent
Shouts to all the foes and calls that I ain't miss
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
yeah
Nomi got no breaks yuh
So fast, got me going so fast
Hop inside the 'Rari wait but with no gas
Shout out Nomi on a beat yeah we so fast
Counted up
comes up, then this goes down
I said that shit ten toes down, I stand my ground
Then threw all the kids out the house, girl I ain't playing around
All
Jesus told you niggas to do?
Work for four dollars and twentry-five cents an hour
And y'all ain't stealing shit?
Well you know me, I started stealing
living good
And you know I never lose
I just shout out to them dudes
I just wanna get paid (Paid paid) that's all
Get the mulla then I slay (Slay slay)
Here I go again, I back out
The driveway on Fridays, I blackout
Too many bars I know they
Only talk about my scars
But I doubt they ever see the
Pain
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
And they all go marching down to the ground to get out of the rain
Boom boom boom
The ants go marching five by five
Hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching five
(tray) , I'll make him sit down
Fuck it let's dine then!
Scuffle breaks out battle gets delayed for
Just short of five minutes
Well he lied then
They
sleeping in, uh, his basement on the couch
Which is the cover to my first album, Under Pressure, shout out Cathy, shout out the Rosado family
All my
hard on the grind
Yo, skull fucked by an asain
Gotta say that gwop' felt fucken' amazing
But I was just bait height 5'8 similar to mason
Shaved a buzzy
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
gon' call in a pinch
It's Donny Dollas
And no I can't holla
If it ain't gon make me no cents
Blowin' cookie out the sunroof
Gas
Careful nigga
I can son
let that Arm and Hammer, hammer it right to a lot
Tryna whip a Rollie or Cartier
Shout out to this Pyrex, that bought this Audemeer
Oops I meant
here my guy
Do a better job at vetting beyond her ass and her thighs
This shit is basic
Shout out to city girls karesha im tryna taste it
Yea im tryna
Shout out my ancestors cuz I was skipping lectures
So I could light the gas and listen to snare textures
Now I'm on the way to the section
I just touched
Shout out my ancestors cuz I was skipping lectures
So I could light the gas and listen to snare textures
Now I'm on the way to the section
I just touched
naked in the [?]
Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to them
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