Lyrics:
we're gonna rock it all tonight.
It's gonna be a rock and roll weekend
Eight o'clock's when the show begins.
Get on the phone, call up all your friends
up in the clouds
Oh, don't gotta ask me if I burn enough cause' we don't run out
Blow it by the "o", even my fans smoke it
Cause' they throw it at my
16th Chamber, temple number five
Somebody said it's on
If it is then I'll be set
To blow a nigga up
With my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it
to the nickel block
Nigga went platinum but I still serve that nickel rock
Hard times bad times fuck doing jail time
Cook it up rock it up bag it up and sell
a dollar ticket in and twenty-five cents a beer
They play rock and roll music like it hasn't been rocked for years
Well she's sexy and seventeen
My
(come on)
Not with a knot like this (let's go)
Lying down with the 2-1-5
Middle finger stay high, make it rock like this
Dirty Money up in your area
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys
ha
I'm hard-body in my Armani
When it comes to them Benjamin's
Nigga we all got it i said we all get it
Big-ups to them small niggas
Y'all niggas soft
in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer,
you Make It To See 21
[50 Cent:]
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give
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
Ass super fat, I'm not a square cause I'm around
If you choose to blow it, make sure you don't make a sound
Five second rule, pick it up when I hit
[chorus of waifs:] lay me down.
[soldier:] to sleep.
[PART IV]
[evening]
[widow:] o the wind is blowing, it hurts your skin
As you climb up
Clouded shit im telling you
Scoop it up by the p
Blow it all in a week
Sours cookies og’s
Play hard work harder
Prices stiff like a barber
Bleed the block
mathematics
Twenty million on thirty, not far from Cali'
Put her in Prada, I'm up in Valley
Let's do it, tote gun smoke, blow static, uh (brrt)
Fuck up
a nineteenth-century witch
No snow when I blow up the wire, they think I'm 50 Cent, uh
I've been hittin' stains, bool, you too?
Let's be Bonnie, Clyde, fuck ya
turn up, you see them turnin' up too
You hit the next city, collect your money when it's due
You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I don't blame
Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like
I'm not comin' down
I'm so turned up I can't find the ground (sippy)
Sippin' syrup by the gallon, smokin' Kush by the pound
Make it flood with
slavery?
Now I'm doin' LP's for 5cent royalties
Mama can ya save ya son? All these leeches over me
Feel like gathering my duns, gettin' all our guns
[Chorus]
Catch me ridin' on them numbers
Either four, five or six hundred
Top down, lookin' for a head hunter
If it's in a mob, she can't be my
kept acting up
So I had to leave her it hurted when I left
But I knew I didn't need her
If it wasn't for my seed
I wouldn't even have to see her
She
[Fish Scales]
A cool cat, with a pimp hat
Cup fulla Gin-Jack
Dreaded out, throwin up deuces
When I'm headed out
Slice it up and bet it out, 5
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
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