Lyrics:
feline
Beat the cookie then I eat it like it's brownie time
Make her drip by the ounce and pint
I wrote the book on being dapper and I bound the bind
You
I choose fast
I stay fly, please don't blow my high
Phone calls when I ride by
I get high, I fell asleep on a xan
I crashed the five and I jumped
recorded produced an mixed an mastered by myself
So shut the fuck up, I'll be the one to set the tone
Not spending a fuckin cent, an doing it all on my own
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
I know
Dealers who’d back me by fronting me work
And I won’t front, it won’t work
Once again it’ll hold me back from gettin back to work ( Damn)
I
'bout that!
Want to tell that D's yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha 5th in ya mouth
Jack! 50 Cent!
I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout
It! - I'm
We don't even do shit, why you sayin you my friend for?
You can keep your two cents cause i'm tryna get it tenfold
They be sneakin on ya, wanna run up
Niggas know how we comin', man
Free the guys, man
Shooters roll up, and it's 4-5-6
4-5-6, 4-5-6, Boo boo boom free the gang
Life's a gamble, life's
2-1-5)
We settin it from Southside, pushin this up North
From Illadelphian reps, to fly points across the map
Bring it back to Respond/React
Then bring it
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
jewel
We bout to blow up, got your nose up
You could catch a blocka-blocka try to stop or hold us
And your block a whole bust, live news
Ride through
and everything ain't great
It's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya know
I'll throw a nigga fucked up with his revenues
I'ma tell you four fuckin'
the end of time
Yeah, bitch, I think I really grewed up
Tell her I don't like it, but I love it in my cup
Plug gon send a pound like a pack of run it up
Humpty Dumpty
And I made 5 cents of it and nobody love me
Ear catching production with no word I don't want no fucking lunatics to ask for instrumentals
Bus ticket for Eugene
The price, two hundred ninety-eight dollars and eighteen cents, stung, but it was still my lifeline
If I had spent that two
built like me, they just be sayin' to much
I'm hopping in and out the V
It's push to start don't need a key
She lookin' at me she with me
Yeah
Walk up
ass u be bangin'/
Blow out ya flame, snatch ya plat-pressed chain/
Auction it ta the kid with the 5cent bid/
See/ Ya caught up in the material/
Fancy
and blow
Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow
Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw
The caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by
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
of coke
An shake it up until it bubble up an get harder
Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water
Twist the bitch like a knot while it's
The numbers is running now
CountDown
It's alot sooner than you think
L's up for Lou
We ain't neva forgot ya
School, I never had principles
Bought a rap blown like 5-0's
In front of pigs, stopped, they said
I'm hot headed, make thermometers pop
Not up to par, no
ain't in my ass, but I think I'm the shit
Can't help it, look who I was raised by
Mama a Leo, and Daddy a Sag
And I'm one of the realest that you gon'
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