Lyrics:
I need about fifty of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
Fresh white tee in my all-white Caddy
the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart
a bitch or a hoe
Nigga talkin' stupid, we can go toe to toe Don't be cryin' when your nigga on the floor
See lights, then we hit the gas, skirt out this
shots drink it up
This cup double up
This life not enough
This life not enough
Yeah we got to run it up
Fuck all that shit we going to load up the stick
I know this nigga run this game of life
So motherfuckin sheist that at night he got to sleep with lights
Cause he done come across with shit so shade
Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha Top
They Know We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop
[Young Jeezy:]
Louis Vuitton Doin Nuthing But Wrong
her her friends, we goin' run through 'em all
Lets get it, she know what it is
I can't even lie
A day like this
Hey, it's gonna be a hell
the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart
see ya'll niggas now
Run around sayin', 50 gettin' all this rap money, and he won't help us (haha)
Sit tight nigga I'm comin'
You know, new shit, all
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
in a drive by
It do you some good
Good
I come from the hood
My niggas on standby
They make sure I'm good
Good
You run from your hood
Get caught in
selfless
Especially in these times
I promise we will get through this
No more being paralyzed by fear
(Fear)
This is bars for dayes
Dbz
Thank you for
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
So fuck you pay me uh
Been a hell of a run
Can't stop till we in California sun
Sidney you used to ask me if this shit was still fun
Life is grand big
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm
the master plan
She had left her friends and introduced herself as Jass she said
This whole event is so intense, of course it's 50 Cent
She grabbed my hands
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
[50 Cent]
ay , yo we can't stay alive forever,
so if the shit hits tha fan then we might as well die together, im hi as ever, more hoe's and more
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
before
It wasn't like this before
50 Cent, I'm makin hit's now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard
I'm the shit now some bitches changed
'cause they
shit probably gold
I play my part and I stick to my role
Until we get to the end of the road
You know that I know just how this shit go
I went to Evans
I'm so tired of being all alone
So frustrated waitin by the phone
When I think of everything I miss
Wonder why I carry on like this
I can't hide my
[CHORUS:]
Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands
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