Lyrics:
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
over 50 cent get the strap
Rental cars from Silver Boys, we pullin up in black
Life's a gamble, no fish table, we high stacks
You niggas fake, I know
motion
Had to switch the beat up again
No fifty cent in this church we got many men
I pray again every time that I just sin again
I need the grace, need
a train on these pussy boy asses
I run this shit
I run that shit
Pull a fifty rack flight first class shit
I'm a real top shotter in a coupe
It's a lot
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
him no home at all
He ain't got a livin' cent
I'm just a poor boy lookin' for a home
Lookin' for a place to call my own
Poor boy lookin' for a home
bro
When folks call roll up you
Gon' have to show us
50 for the watch, 50 for the whip
50 for the hitman too
Put a 50 on your head little boy now
I show
wanna get back cool, but you was rude, but you can't blame me, I tried
We keep it real, don't go against us, cause we pull up disguised
Crazy how time
a Bradford Bull and I'm a City Gent, I'm a PIMP like 50 Cent
And when the traction go when I hit the bends, whip the bends, pull up and hit your ken
I'ma
bald men
Decided to write songs to teach Mouseketeers to sing
I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad luck
a big toe
Me and my bro was down bad, we was too low
Fifty cent cake, know I had to get two of em'
White lil' thick bitch, call her lil' Debbie cake
She
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
down in a system built for division over race, to embrace
Bein' terrified by terrorism, shoot-ups on the television
Shoulda known, to the real world,
Boy's girlfriend has a real loud bark
Now this is where the pumpin' of the brakes should start
Girlfriend thinks that something's going on
Girl tells
Boys that represent that U.P.T.
And where they be, three hundred and fifty degrees
Shop on that Ramp, shop in that Lio and Josephine
Shop in that
the setting is
Countryside of Italy probably gon be next for him
I been reckless since G Unit and 50 cent in this
Nigga broke my heart when he told me that he
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
the blackbucket hearse
With the rusty grill a chrome
Picking up the homies
We get them one by one
If you ain't Psychopathic Ryda, boy, you cannot come (bump)
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
Shh [incomprehensible]
Yo, why?all know what it is
Show me you're on top man
Block Entertainment
Bad Boy South
Hey Gwamain!
What up?
Inhale for this
You'll be deceased for real
You use to be hoe back then
Boy you a hoe still pussy nigga get real
See niggas bogus fuck covid I been ill
Like a fiend for
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