Lyrics:
[Originally by 50 Cent]
No shorty, it's Beyonce,
We gonna' party like, it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink
the hood
Then niggas blow you away
You the type to get paper when I'm locked up
Get yo jewels rocked up
Then have to tuck em in when I pop up
Niggas in
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
One finger on the button
one finger up his nose
Johnny's in some cornfield
The Early Warning Blows
Bigger is better
More is more
Look up
Malibu on my yacht (twenty-five hoes)
I got twenty-five M's in the bank, no cap, no lie (yes sir) (twenty-five)
Run up an M, ain't trickin' (run it up
line
'member telling hoes I'm a blow cause of my dope rhyme
Coulda never told I'd be singing when it's showtime
Solar eclipse back when son got no shine
line
'member telling hoes I'm a blow cause of my dope rhyme
Coulda never told I'd be singing when it's showtime
Solar eclipse back when son got no shine
nigga run up on me, I'ma blow him down
So much cash in my jeans, Louis V, pocket wallet
Niggas hate, niggas bitches, niggas bitches, pocket watchin'
bang
Washed up, bang, bang, you
Know what's good, bang, bang
Who said Long Beach don't keep it hood?
Five minutes away
Say you can die today if you
chk-chk, blaow!"
"you got shot cause you knock knock knocked.."
[Parrish Smith]
On my knees at the mercy of god
Straight up back up I keeps it hard
cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted (in my)
My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
Nigga throwin' up the beat, baby came to get with it
Soon
driftin' in thought, 'cause now it's different I thought
- Was raised off the shit I record
Like I was brought up off that Planet Rock
Kurtis Blow, James
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
Yo, new Ghostface!
To glorious days, check it out y'all
We back, yes yes y'all
Masked avengers, we're here to sharpen your sword
All praises due
driftin' in thought, 'cause now it's different I thought
- Was raised off the shit I record
Like I was brought up off that Planet Rock
Kurtis Blow, James
game
When someone lives without His grace
And who's to blame
When it blows up in their face
It's a mine field - you'd better follow Him through
God
a second, I'm finna put some fire to this joint, mmh
It's the bomb, niggas finna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics (Atlanta at the Olympics)
Niggas be
the game out with (whoo)
It's amazing the way that boy came out quick
For that platinum niggas'll blows ya brains out, shit (bap)
I'm the new nigga
If you got it light it up, if you got it light it up
If you got it light it up, if you got it light it up
If you got it light it up, if you got it
I just wanted to have a bite with her, or something
Didn't go get up on that show to fight with her, or nothing
It was Keyshia Cole, Eric Benã,
this shit to metal
Cover me in gold
Dress me in gucci
Blow my brains out
Make me a movie
Plaster my face up on a wall
I just wanna make it
27 club 'aint
Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street
Stayin' solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar
It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so
Get it in gots to get it in
I got to get it in gots to get in
Got to get it in
Heavy mental, artist instrumental
Ghetto metal, I said it 'cause I
spent it all on me)
Diamonds all appraised (diamonds all appraised)
And I'm bossing up (and I'm bossing up)
Bitch get out the way (bitch get out
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