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karats nigga
(Yeah)
Step your game up
That's why your chain ain't up niggaaa

The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where

in you
John six fifty three one meal on the menu
No matter what you been through he will defend you
But please fight for those little souls they are

On the Road

Royce da 5'9"

M.I.C. (Make It Count)

2004

to fight for me
Niggaz money gettin glowed, niggaz gonna get 'bows
And they gonna get sold, on the road
'Cause at home they denyin to feel me
Labels

Hourglass

Cunninlynguists

A Piece of Strange

2006

Her mighty fine thighs silhoutted by sky-rise
Place the know how, behind my eyes
To take something unfortunate
And show them they're a fortune in my

far fetched in a young world of sex, i was gambling with cents of my soul
Hopping off fences, pockets full with change, for a chain off to remand i'd go

disastrous
But the pressure on at home on some other stuff,
Old fights comin up, late nights sun is up
Big bills runnin up, big deals drummin up
Am I a Family

if I die
They won't give my mama a dime

That's why I'ma get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, niggas talkin' ridin'
Slidin' drive by but ain't shootin'

serious
By the end of this year coming up
I'm blowing up I guarantee
What I bring, to the ring is the fight and the mental
To fall down and get up, Do all

this life ain't black or white, it's 50 shades of grey 
You muster up all these plans for your life but brudda it's not an array
Everything happens for

my life and I live it my way
Girl by my side but that's just my side bae
Anything you want girl I go pay
Don gorgon I need money like Dangote
Uncle

to survive in
The underground, I'm all about independence
I'll never work with the industry, I'd rather bust for free, keep your red cents
Trust me, I'd like

fuckin' dick, bite me
I'm not somebody that you should be takin' lightly
All of this hate in the air, it blinds me
Admit it, you fuck boys love to fight me

by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is --
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
But

Barbie's wasted, sippin' from straws
Holler holler's 'bout the back door fees

Ken's slippin' 50's, he's got privilege son
To melt like wax in debauchery

word to Crescent
I grab the bull by the horns I'm aggressive
And if you move like a pawn I'mma press it
I'm a God you a peasant
I live in the present

a greyhound, uh
With FOMO, domo
She was acting feisty but she don't know anything, see
Ten bodies, fifty bottles and bloodstains on the white tee

Touch down,

Yeah that's wack ain't it
You'd probably buy fucking fifty
Paintings
At fifty grand each
A grand piano in a condo at a
Los Angeles beach
You'd probably

like Stallone, got game like 50 Cent posse
Up first to work, on his coffee grind
In no time promoted to the king's right hand
But no hype man, had

Three fifty nine is how much you owe
Like are you serious right neow bro
Hair so thin just like your body
Rizz so bad like "Hey there shawty"
Arms so

to the advice
I play nice
I heard a psychiatrist once say patients are valuably made to fear
It keeps them in line
It keeps them by our paycheck side
As long

made by Quincy Jones
Leave a message by the beep and I still won't come to the phone
I just made an easy 50 simply running through a show
Aye please

fo'sho
'Cause the judge first offer fifty-four (damn) 
Bro he think you a ho' (who?)
Tell your lawyer let's go
Suit up nigga it's time for war

Let

bitch asked me do I got at least 50 shades
Just the other day
I said, "come here, let me kick game
I got more than 50 shades and just grey is

this gun on my wasteline, and woah we don't waste time
Ja, man he can't take a punch and 50 can take nine
We got School Craft here at the 7, 8, and text