Lyrics:
of the 5th Ward Boyz]
We mob figgers
We to take the whole world out
At 50 states all Black God
After that, we still gon grind on the side
To make your
the low
Price of $14.95
Shit, If you know, you know
The fact this shit ain't adding up
Lil Lewd don't give a fuck
You could be a snitch, I still get rich
So
a bag
I shoot it cross town smokin a blunt
I'm just takin drags
Ima do it by myself don't need a helping hand
Ima ride the Benz or the Bentley,
Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin'
these bad bitches diggin' it (let's go)
Ridin' with a .50, she gon' fuck all this Givenchy, uh (fuck all that)
Lambo' truck with my shooters with some
Kick that bitch out last week
cnd she still on my dick
I just came wit a 50 ball
cnd a 50 clip
No I'm not 50 cent Nigga
Ion got no sense
Big hunna
Shady/Aftermath money
It's like a monopoly
They probably just now finally understand "How to Rob" fully
50 Cent was like a fuckin' jackpot for me
And Dre, it's
Shots to his chest Fifty Cent like its Many Men
Yeah, Fifty Cent like it's many men
I been getting to the bag I won't stop now
Just like Kyle Lowry you
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, baow, what up homie?
My watch sayin', "Hi shorty we can be friends" (woo)
My
they'll get it crackin
Until he see a gangsta, but I guess we know that he was cappin
While you was gettin' pimped by a ho, I was pimpin' hoes
Bitches come
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
cause I was listenin' to 50 Cent
What I would listen to when ridin' home from school, couldn't wait to get back to gas light, to live the fast life
Every
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
loving myself
For a while you tried to help, you really tried to be strong
But by the time I learned my lesson, you were already gone
Now, it's a 50/50
God (yeah)
Oh God (boy)
Yeah, G.O.O.D. (MMG, nigga)
Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B
Can't take no hand out not by no niggas
I count G-Unit not 50 Cent
Nigga broke as shit
Could pay your rent
I'm balling hard
Gray Iverson
Braids up in
Rugers look like rulers
Shootin' like the video
And we be ridin', ridin', slippin'
Slidin' all through the city with that
Semi right beside him
Ballin'
the hood but I'm too rich to just be hangin'
I'ma be fifty still bangin', with the youngins throwin' Z's up
I'm from Pompano, we P's down and throw our
the memories that you won't tell nobody
I'm the pilot
I been G fivin'
And round me only Gs be ridin'
Take you down memory street
We ridin'
Four seater, one
screaming rent, leaving my pockets full of lint
Man, it's no joke just to work to be broke
With no dough just to go back to work
While my back still hurt from
Luda
Finding a way, a quest to be using my
Two cents, that's two pennies
Bet my amigos win, they ready
They offset, yup plus 50
'Cause I battle men,
Babylon by bus and by my side there's no friend
We a go right through 'til di end, well
Me haffi work hard and move right 'round di clock
Me haffi push
get the crown yet
To be a king
That I'm destined To be
the king I'm supposed to be
Or Imma die trying
Like 50 cent
Imma get rich or die trying
Getting
Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches (yeah, ooh yeah, hey)
Ballin' on the game, y'all be sittin' on the benches
50 for my necklace, boy,
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