Lyrics:
travellin' at fifty-five mph
When we make it to L.A., I'll still be miles away
It's not my best day I'm gonna get some rest
God bless
My love has gone
(wo wo)
don't fight that's Why ion do no tussling
Just get them pistols bussin
Bitch end the discussion
Im just a Nigga stacking these 100s By the dozen
Tryna
hoe me
Smoking on cookies, i'm floatin'
I'm in here til 3, bitch you know that we workin'
Perc got her itchin' for mo' shit
I can't bring my strap then
popped like he 50. Cent
U say Suwhoop
I say nigga what's brimmin
Dis real life shit
Dis dat 36 business
Joc just dropped another nigga
Dropped em at da
mama, your uncle, your cousin?
I’m showing love cuz it’s really just nothing
Was up in the club, bottle of bub’
I’m fifty cent, man I’m all the above
I’m
don't need her hit her then I leave it
I'm in it she screaming beat it til she leaking
My flow can't be stopped they listen and repeat it
Big steppa come
back
I`m off that wet-bomb and the whole fifty yak
It`s Mack the Maniac, n****
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
What`s the plan? Everything thought out
Damn, I'm bout to sin again
Feeling like LeBron James
Damn, I'm bout to win again
Feel like 50 cent
Because I'm hated by so Many Men
We used to be cool
Ain't endorsed by Nike, but you know that nigga keep a tech (Check)
Nigga swear he hate me, but he watching me just like a bitch
I ain't gone act like it
New York City!
You are now rapping, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it,
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy
ain't shit
How you got hoes stay loyal, same bitch
I’m rollin' out the intuition, gone for the day
Pullin out the new edition, come my way
Fuck up with
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
bottom she pickin
Then my hoe won’t have a ticket
Fabreger but no fendy ray bands on 50
The roof gone, the loud drinkin
Rose got me tipsy
I’m a boss, bitch
And now I'm black I wouldn't put it past him
The D's would Harass him, til he finally blacked out
They told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out
da fanta got me feelin' drowsy (Aye)
When it come down to this flexin shit
I'm the best, Nigga fuck a contest
I be runnin' through a check, Fifty
on Elm Street_, you Jason and I'm Freddy
We got a job to do, then it's a motherfuckin lick
Fifty G's on his ass, then it's a motherfuckin split
Me
(Andyr)
I'm from that warzone
Oh-oh, I made a promise to myself
I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)
Oh-oh, I made a promise
Who started ladies night, man
Giving them pass with fifty-cent drinks
Have they lost their mind?
Once you start something
You know it's hard to stop
niggas and me releasin
Bone and CD's
With money steady increasin
For houlagans like me
Money by all means
Smokers gone pay for daytons
Smokin on collard
school
50K a flip a dude but 20k a really do
Can't be dissing on the dead that type of shit gone get ya shot
In the kitchen whip the bowl and get sold
the bread lil niggas need christmas
Banks dont rap wit a back pack
im in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
[50 Cent]
You heard Banks
a plane
Higher than a Pilot
Bae I'm tryna fuck give me the booty like a pirate
Bae I'm tryna spin you like track lick on my private
Bae I can't wait til I
[B.G.]
You know me can't get caught without my chopper
Lil' weak wit 50 I'm itchin' to see I got cha
B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga
Can't let yo
my grandma to a nice spot
Until then I be thuggin' til my life stops
Dreams about gettin' in the Wraith I'ma do it
Big .40 on me when I'm in my
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