Lyrics:
can I do for you
Made eight fifty quickly it was only day two
So I went and paid my dues
Gassed up the whip
Told myself I cannot lose
Had to use
want one I'll sperge and borrow you a couple of quarters, fifty cents will give ya almost 10 mintues of bed wigglin', you know vibratin', to let you know
how we would turn out if we were to grow up anywhere else
25 cent super bear arcade or a 5 dollar rollar rink
(Chorus)
(Bridge
We all get a little
Down south 5-0's be slangin the billy clubs
Down south you ain't gone find to many silly thugs
[H.A.W.K.]
Down south stick together like glue
And we
up where I'm layin, now that a runway vic (push)
Made you go batty, spreading spawn legitimate
Spice the bishop, sever the ties, splinter the kinship
to face alone
Nigga this yo favorite song
Yeah you know what i be on
In my dreams I succeed
Cut your wrist till you bleed
Life will come and pass you by
Bad
of discussion, huh
I turn nothing into something
So you know not to call me on my bluffing, huh
Don't make no sense, tryna make sense up in my mind
And I ain't
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
I'd have to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are
build us
If we build trust
The options are limitless
Boy I’m a plus
Without me
You minus
If you have me
Your majesty
Your highness
By yourself
(How?)
I can get you knocked down by
A nigga want a nickel (uh)
Hail Mary (woo)
Make it look like Halloween up in February
(woah)
Birds in the trap singin'
in circles but I write it line by line
And if I don't really know you I'ma lie and say I'm fine
And I spit rhymes hoping that someone who thinks like
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
Playing for a thousand
Call that 50 cent
Die or get rich
I'm not trying
I am doing
Call me Yoda
Sensei Buddha
That's affluent
Maybe wealthy
You all know my
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
.
N that’s real deep..in sync...the type of connection only feel wit her..
Tryna build you up..uh
Wanna know you better. Like jackpot winners we’ll
alone wit you
Paint the town a tone or two
Rather build a home wit you
Rather by beside of you
Find myself inside of you
Prolly end up Wifin you
I'm
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
and
I'm wondering why
She loves my body and
I love her scent
The day you left
I wonder where you went
You know I'm the man
Like 50 cent
Our love fresh
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes
the plea oh you Gunna too?
This nigga scared to lose his bitch so he stay with her
Corn the shortest one but with the glock he can play center
Picking up
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