Lyrics:
the nigga gotta go
I hit up lil red
She poping out Fasho
We smoking on woods
I'm lost in all the smoke
I'm kazo1k just book me for a show
A nigga been working
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out Cristal
And Dom P they better stick
into the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud
Who the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond,
Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same Niggas Wouldn't Offer To Give Me Shit
Niggas Hate You When You Rich, But Love When You Broke
I Never Knew I Had So Many
muthafuckin' hand on yo' gat
And if the police roll up
And say turn it down
You burn it down muthafucka
'Cause we comin' real again, 19 nigga 3
Boy real again we
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
and gang still aint switching
This bitch worth 50 cent, its many men she hittin
Shit, we need a floor sign the way we caught him slippin'
She said "We
Cruisey tha
Cruisey tha
Cruisey tha Junie
Know them heads turn when we come through
What it do, uh
(Im blowed)
Gorilla, cold killer
Yo what up
Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder
I never ass bet ya'
And I won't even sweat ya'
We roll much larger and better
Keep the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off early
Then I dap out, so
do is copy
Knock yo ass out cold with the 1-2 you thought my name was Rocky
Wrap yo ass up in some plastic fuck yo bitch she call me papi while she
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right, y'all, we more than rough, we callin'
know she felt big bone
When I'm fuckin', I got these bitches switchin' up their moan
We hit slide on yo' block and we all hoes, fam, lil' hoes
Yop, yop,
Don't know, how we made it through the night (yo, we got..)
5 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do? (Do it, do it..)
I understand
to the neck no cap (no cap)
Now that I’m up in this game, issa wrap (issa wrap)
Bounce for me now, lemme see you make it clap (make it clap)
On my 50 Cent shit
clit licker
Go against Jigga yo' ass is dense
I'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 Cents?
Hot shit, kick a nigga, turn these mics out
My jewelry
might as well change my first name to "Chad")
We'll nuke yo' block like Chernobyl in '86
You rollin' up some eighty-seven, I can't take a hit
Drop
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
I got that power like I'm 50
Don't include yo cents
I bring that force like I'm on Starz
Have yo ass heaven sent
I paid a chick to set him up
Caught
but show up
Thunder and quake for Benzino, The Ape
May he turn pale in rage and jealousy because we' blazing, gazing, praising and embracing Eminem,
but show up
Thunder and quake for Benzino, The Ape
May he turn pale in rage and jealousy because we' blazing, gazing, praising and embracing Eminem,
fifty niggas in the wrong clan
You fuckin' bitch you better take
You snitch ass home
Is up feel his chrome on your damn dome
Boom boom boom niggas better
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