Lyrics:
committin homicides and drive-bys
livin with ?????
but still slanging that fuckin pie
and got more bitches than you
so what the fuck you
poppin whats poppin, there's no stopping me now
Noname was right, this rapping shit's tight
Do I sound white?
Pass the milk 'cause damn this shit's spicy
platinum but .99 cents adds up
I don't hate 'em, I congratulate 'em, the new young Prince
With young Mike Jackson on the same track, what?
Now, let's toast
sitting poolside looking real cool
With a Grape flavored 50 cent juice
Made for one, the corner store lady gimme two
Nigga thats love, thats what I live
Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures)
When you poppin' that's when they want you (want you)
You turn your head they gon' dome you (dome
man was thirsty, I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a juks, bitch
Motherfucker teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, "rocks, blows,
the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck
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
the problems
She ont care bout smog, she got niggas that solve em
She fly to LAX, wit 29 cents in her checkin
God damn what is this flexin? livin life with no
around your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
high (hey)
Da duh duh, I get superman high (hey)
Yeah, what it is?
Ball up in the club with 50 hundred-dollar bills,
Right hand ice 'cause I got
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
it out that tench
Boo hoo you cryin
Get ya bread up
It'll Fix it
Thurl asf don't front about shit
Get ya top hit
150 nun but sum rent
Like 50 cent
try to swim now
Lex the voice of the south
Poppin' off lyrics
Like champagne to wealthy mouths
Killin' tracks, back to back
usin' y'all like lunch bag
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
Hit a lick on the liquor store n go n get sum more
I need hunnids, fifty’s give me more, cuz bitch I’m tryna pour
I hit a lick on the liquor store
that shit and leave him at the door
Niggas know what's up with me and my gang, we havin' dough
Pussy poppin' on the net, nigga, go get some stains
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