Lyrics:
Real deal playa shit
You hear me
Ah shit
Here we go again
I been thuggin' by my lonely
But jacket spell out friends
I can't let shit slide
I can't be
quit, stop it
Now came out my wallet, we flyin' down to UA,
Just me and lil freaky, just meant to pull up on all of you
Cuffin' them bitches, I'm droppin'
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
family good some days, yeah
Remember havin' 50 cent to my name for lunch
A quarter juice and some hot flames
We was sittin' on the couch watchin' He
roll for me,
I’m out here one deep thuggin by my lonely ain’t no hoe in me,
& guess all of the people claim they love me where they wanna be,
This that
Bullets leave a skin defect
Got bank like Lloyd , yayo like Tony, but can't give you 50 cent
I Aint felt a bullet yet
Im thinking y'all ain't on shit
Im
bed what the fuck you thought
9th Wonder didn't want to sign me, said I should sign with Wayne
Or 50 Cent, hood music he don't feel my pain
Damn I
either slide or do the down when it gets time, baby
We be thuggin' outside 'til the cops come
Thought he was a real nigga but he not one
And we ain't
to that/
Manifestation rap/
The infiltration from the station got us pacing back/
I stay in tact like a poster/
Posted in the crib, hopeful. Watching 50 Cent
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
But I had to do something
Never thought I'd get out the jungle
Whether I won or I lost, man I rumbled
Strap in my hoodie, I'm thuggin'
Thankful to be
me son hold your own And one day your gone grow to be a rolling stone And I believed her Juelz never let the cops get me On the block til the shots hit
'Til we fly man, 'til we fly man, 'til we fly man
You gon' miss us when we fly man
Don't mourn me when I'm gone, celebrate my travels
Whenever you
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die
Yell out homicide
Eighteen months please, that ain't facing time
I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna
you
Fuck with me I'm a thug
You already know how we come I'm
In the hood where the drugs, and the slugs
Nigga already know just how we gone come
You pay
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
Uh nah
We might slide on his blocc
Might slide we gone ride
Oh no
Noo
Yeah dat glock came with a drum
It hold a 50
I can't let a pussy nigga plot
you not about
Check 'em at the door, no weapons, just the dope
Flinchin' and I'm clinchin', nigga, 'til the trigger choke
It's that easy
I had
know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang
Damn near in the chain gang with all these fuckin' links on
King of the city, I should throw a fuckin' mink
of the squad with the ride
Magnolia I represent til I die thats no lie
Infered beams chest head shots I'm givin'
Bullets flippin and still but nothing but gun
the west side I'm on a mission now
That's when I, get rich or die trying
like 50 cent flipped it, called heads
It's my turn to go first and I don't plan
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