Lyrics:
your face like a Dutch master
No more minks, it's polar bears from Alaska
With shark skin Air Maxes and igloos of ice
Rocks clumped up, like
kitten
Hate it or love it the game i'm partin like i'm 50 Cent man
Hated being inside I saw the sky a voice said Build a tent then
Pop it then shove it
The players might change but
The game don't stop (Woo)
Tryna move some 'caine
Get it Range or a drop
One more blunt 'cause I'm faded
(Blunt 'cause I'm faded)
I leave you sprung maybe
I have your head spinning sayin' 50 so crazy
I don't play no games, I don't play no games
See when I'm in that thang,
piguets
Law of physics say them 9s weigh more when they wet
No regrets
Yeah, I'm on the move, I can-can't look back (no way)
Screaming "no regrets, no
50 Cent:
I don't know what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause
out of these cars, got the hoes on the run
I'm hearin' plenty of words, but ain't no actions to boot
We can do some straight war for war, we can do
get you a car
If you don't got no skills, I get your some more
My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw
Got anythin you want, play us awful hard
[50
more, nigga)
Diamonds got dripped in a lake (a lake)
I don't be goin' on dates (no dates)
She got an ass, but it's fake (it's fake)
He savin' hoes,
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
fucked the whole game up, bitch, I lost my life
This shit that Jesus sent me, we realized I'm more than a rapper, bitch, I made my money
While I'm sitting
I was born in nineteen fifty one
cs the years go passing by
Now It's time to go away
But there are no streets of fire
cnd no games to play again
of cash
Street game roll something depending one deep
Grindin it out but mothafuckers feel decieved
50 feet ain't enough
I need a little more space
Take
A bag of Lender's bagels at the end of the row
In the grocery store
Raisin cinnamon for fifty nine cents
Father said remember twenty years ago
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you
decease
Muah, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style
More sicker than yours
Four-four and fifty-four draw
As my pilot, steers my Lear yes, my dear
the keys that may be so
Other scales more like me ray so
Galileo better make me go
Kill the game but I’m still the same
You keep your 2 cents I’m not gonna
how times goes
Fast as the light goes
If only we had more
Yeah
Should I say goodbye, no
I cannot take loss
One day, maybe one day
You'll decide to just
nigga beat the pot 'til you ain't got to beat the pot no more, no more
I got a word from the trenches, we don't care
We got down here, you just get up
crackers
And them scheisty ass niggas if you like it or not
I've been rewired to work more efficiently in the dirt
I'm hands on with it all up in my
They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt
And I'm blockin' out your number when you call
[Chorus]
No conversation, you can keep your words
Cause ninety per cent, I done already heard
How long
what they talking ‘bout
This here is where it’s at
Look, I came in this game
I stuck my fangs in this game
I wore no chain in this game, my hood
My name
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