Lyrics:
Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin
yo' fitted
Four-by-four, I'm in a Benz
Ridin' 'round with Fee
Nigga Instagram thuggin'
They don't want no beef
I'ma pull up where you be
You talkin'
what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
This relationship is all that it's cracked up to be
Never lack lust in that
to the plates,
We'll be pushin as we Kushin, let the trees set the pace
Cause we ridin through the city, wit another one lit,
As we vibin' to the music, turn it up
lace yo kicks gang
Cause we finna get back
Ridin' through the motha fucking city
We on everyone
I don't fuck with twenties
Give me fifties
I want every
[CHORUS:]
Ridin blowin big sippin on a daily basis
Quick to hop by on your block and wreck faces
Slammin door's open spaces looking good standing
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
2023, nigga still ridin' in a Beam', nigga
Still with the same team, nigga
This fame shit won't change me, nigga
But that pain shit changed me, nigga
Seen
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
80Cuatro
Yeah, yeah
Bitch Imma Don
20s and 50s and 100s of 100s, this shit we be on
Bitch Imma Don
Stackin my money in love with these blues, got
the hole with the do' swangin'
But I make moves, shake them tricks up out they shoestrings
Be more precise when we do things
Cause life is like shakin'
pulling over hey we just ridin
Don't talk back won't be no violence
Just shut up and sit in your seat in silence
Now the police is searching who
They
pulling over hey we just ridin
Don't talk back won't be no violence
Just shut up and sit in your seat in silence
Now the police is searching who
They
still after me
I'm in Jamaica, sippin' daiquiris, no doubt
We used to havin' nothin'
Then grabbin' somethin' and bustin'
Wanted to be the thug nigga
still after me
I'm in Jamaica, sippin' daiquiris, no doubt
We used to havin' nothin'
Then grabbin' somethin' and bustin'
Wanted to be the thug nigga
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
buddy in that suburban
I'm selfish, and I ain't 'posed to be drivin
I'm DUI and got bro right beside me
Still mashin, no gives a damn about crashin
I'm
to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent
You know Kriss, I'm Kross
Y'all ran, we walked
No Limit n****z got ghetto dope by pounds and bults
Blowin' tapes
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
100s on 50s on 50s on 100s
I pullin’ up, know you bitches don’t want it
Up in this club like we own it
See you in there actin’ phony
Tell your bitch
Thirty stick, fifty stick
Drums and shit, we thunder shit, ayy
Nigga, who is you, ayy? Family, not a group, ayy
Ridin' with this tool, couple niggas I'm
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
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