Lyrics:
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
[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 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
And knowing that homeless child was in
The same position I was
Shit, but still it's wrapped up in plastic
My niggas ride by smoking, waving at traffic
But I
the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly
Respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You got your own '96 somethin' to ride
And keep
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
Ain't listen to a thing you said
You talking backwards
All these actors sicken me
I be throwing up after
Living my life in disaster
Risking my soul by
charge them bitches extra
You're bleeding by a great white and I just caught the scent every dollar every cent
I'm biting off all I can get
I'm chewing
Maybe one day
You’ll see me on your T.V.
You know me you can reach me
I’m not that far away, far away
And I’ve been searching for the time spent
Lost
side
You changed up on the team you not the guys
And I can't believe it took you to be cashier to come to ya cents
Fish bowl window on the coupe but it
trynna fly this nine to five get me by
But won't get me to Dubai but still I keep my head high
Work on my career
I'ma get out of here
Quit and curse out my
with my clan we be stickin'
Whatever, my street family stays together
Represent what I invent, killa hill
Resident, rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent
anything
From the five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my
can't stop me
Bullets flyin' right by me
Dark night in Jersey
Tryna put holes in my jersey
Five bands for my life
Is it worth it? Better yet Are you
Line by line, time after time
Mind's runnin' constant so it's hard to find
A stable thing that I won't make a mess
What can I say, it's just
ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror Squad
From the top, we have
I'm good like G double O-D
OG kush by the motherfuckin' oz
Hoes wanna roll with a young nigga so street
You ain't fuckin' Tory 'less you
Tryna hit
anything from
The five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my
you makin' lemonade
Take a thousand hours to write, our rhymes (Minute Made)
Me, Joey and Joell leave you crippled
Mother-fuck five cents, but we'll
Morning
Came to the windows in the street
Selling red watermelon, 5 cents a piece.
Merry boat on the river
Freedom
Fresh drams to deliver
contracts with the devil, bust guys iller
We flatten your town like Godzilla
Whether guilt is a skrilla, Franks or banks, five pence or ten cents
Whatever
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to London Heathrow Terminal 5
The local time here is 5 hours ahead of the Washington area
And it's approaching 5 past 6
Tryna turn a thousand dollars
Out of twenty five cents
It ain't a hood in H-town
I can't ride through
Manuever through my city with them
Moves and five
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