Lyrics:
stop it
Who it be, the boy slick P
Clean muscle car runnin' wit da big feet
Blowin' my smoke, throwin' up the fo's
You can tell by da gear that
Girls cancun in the ninety's I am going wild
With the top down crusing down all the crowded streets
Got fifty cent can't get a dollar out of me
Ima
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
with this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad bitches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so
I’ll stand behind this shattered glass
I feel like 50cent
I never worry
Cuz I know somethings are imminent
I guess I gave em what they needed
They ain’t
Original rude boi on your scene
Everybody light your blunts, get your smoke on
All you bitches drop your drawers witcha stinkin' ass
Just roll
I get blowed
Yes I smoke
I get blowed
I blow I blow I blow Yea
I roll I roll I roll Yea
I smoke I smoke I smoke Yea
Yea Im stoned
Yea Im stoned
I
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
(intro)
Yo
Bay area
You are now rockin
With big von and 50 cent
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww
Yo
Southside
Roll something smoke somethin nigga uh yea
I fall off
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
You can have her I done hit the bitch
Many men switched like 50 Cent
Go to court y'all turn to witnesses
If you ain't about it you should quit it
many losses
Smoke like I smoke nigga
Whatever
Woah, pressure
This feel like that 50 Cent 99 how to rob shit
Mama on me telling me nigga go get a job shit
my parents is getting concerned now everybody talking about like who the next Big Or Pac 50 Cent Nas Jada or Jay Z no disrespect yeah they hot but i'm
some trophies
I smoke by my lonely, this one of one
I don't find home in your homies
See the hoe in your homies
I ain’t beefin’ with blacks and latinos
mattress i got heart’s on the head i feel like drake but i ain’t light skin 50 cent i got the power to get you off like a light switch he bitch i call him
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
I’m 50/50, half city half country
North Carolina bump bumpin in the front seat
Get down but we never get dusty
When I’m out this way that bullshit
Put that Green light on em slide on em gun him down
He was talking smoke so he gone get it right now
This choppa hold 50 when i shoot it lights out
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
current situation is
Cut my life up into pieces, hoe
Cut my life up into pieces, hoe
I held on hope
Fifty cents up in my pockets
Like I'm popping smoke
I'd
jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que son los numero uno jajaja
Seguimos
start thinking that's just who I am
Reminisce back we when my ma had the van
I would see 50 cent on TV throwing bands
Thinking one day ill have cash
young to run up smoke
But I gotta fight for em
Type scorn
This that on sight war, Life force, nights worn, I'm watching the light warp
Getting stronger
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