Lyrics:
2:30 in the muthafuckin' mornin', what the fuck you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryna get rid of this bomb and purp, man
Man you can come with me
[50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there
Cashville, Tenekee!
Haha..
Get'em Buck!
[G-Unit ~
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
Come on (come on, come on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
From front to back street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, workin' street corner in
Killas pump pump
Put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone
Mo' murda, mo' murda, mo' murda
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder,
like that gold on a rose shit from the swap meet
It's real, man, it's real
This shit ain't real, man
You better get the fuck outta here and come back
the fuck out the way
I try keeping my sanity by thinking of better times
If I write clever rhymes then maybe I'll climb
But what the hell's success if
we would never get old
Went from loosies and buses, and fifty cent sodas
And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers
Mad years passed ,still got each
home
A little bit later on
Meet up with you little bit, little bit, little bit later on
Come on now a little bit, little bit, little bit later
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
24's, pigeon toes
Plus the coupe came with a bitch that's from the Poconos
I watch my money come, never see it go
Hit the club and watch me blow it
for the Bloods
The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs
Or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn
Early light,
insure that
These hoes sexdrive come with mileage I can show you the carfax
Feel adventurous you go and explore that
Uh,
Real nigga type shit
Bad bitch
I'm Rockin My Chain Anywhere
If You Gon' Represent Your Hood, What You Waitin On?
Security Better Back Up, When They Play This Song
And We 'Bout 50
P-P-Papamitrou, boy
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
I fell in love with the game and I married it
200 thou' for the walk
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
NARC's on a nigga back missin me by inches
And they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five
in the city where the little niggaz die
Tell mama
calling up Krayzie Bone
Wanna know, did your O.G. check come? (Sure, put me down)
I'ma hop on the bus with Biz (yo, brother, let's get drunk)
And I'm
traffic with them goons behind me (that's right)
You better call your crew, you gon' need help (help)
Whole car strapped, and I ain't talkin' seat belts
lot better than none
Don't you know that everybody's somebody's fool
You watch somebody running game
But ya never have a clue
Somebody's breaking
I come around y'all niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the systems thump
Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
Shut
Don't hate the player just hate the game
You break the rules nigga, I'll do the same
What you gonna do when they come for you?
When they come for you?
some motherfuckin' flies (yeah, gang)
Type of nigga that can't look me in the eyes
I despise
When I see you, better put that fuckin' pride to the side
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