Lyrics:
Spurs for life
Mic check, they heard me right
I rep the Spurs for life
Because I'm a North London hotspur
You're somewhere in the league
But you're not
Classified with what they get for salary
If you're rich, go pro
If you're poor, declined bro
Goddamn
This is a ruckus, Everyday we wake up to this
But we don't
as long as you're ok
As long as you're ok
Feel so alone without you
Don't know what I'd do without you
Soon I will be right by you
Looking at the world
What?
Did you hear that?
Yeah, yeah, I heard the baby, right?
Yes.
I want strawberry.
She just has a couple questions.
Ok, OK, talk to me.
Go
you're black
Ok I don't give a fuck how bout that, how bout we all are humans
So how bout some facts
Facts! Black rappers use the word cracker then
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
flint
Yeah I smoke and stay gone but I know where I been
And 50 cent song got me dodging many men
The d on my hate is David in the lions den
Plus I knew
where a new idea or an
old one in new form, is accepted by a minority,
while the majority is shouting treason,
rubbish, cook, communist, anarchist,
and abuse us
Until it saves
The state local and federal government
May be a few cents
The SOG identity
Took a pee on the bill of rights
Pursuing in suing
time don't be afraid
Let yourself be held by him today
And relax it'll be OK
That doesn't mean things are gonna go your way
But we know right here today
claim they inheritance
He soon ded! to rights! They go wish, they dad
Had sense, Not cents! as in money! He and his men
Ain't the best thing since sliced
I've got the time
I know that skies will get gray
I need to make sure you're ok
I know that you'll be just fine
You know I'm right by your side
You're
stay on top, call her Abraham
On top of the chains like a pyramid
Like fifty we sliding on many men
Bitch I get you gone for like fifty cent
Yea uh, Yea
change nigga, cent by cent
Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
It's true holmes
Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone,
the flow
I can be your passport, tell me where you wanna go
Girl, don't be shy you won't know if you never try, try, try
When you walk by you're the only
No matter who you are
No matter what you're going through
Your gonna be alright
I promise
I know it hurts and in the moment you don't wanna see
know how much a scale would cost. You know, 50 bucks, 80 bucks, $6 and 99 cents, $6.99. And go, even if it's off by 30 pounds. Who cares?
I said for
mean 50s
Stay plugged in then I throw in midis
Lyrics in my brain thrown in quickly
Second by second quota up with ease
Roll, write up blaze like a drive
Marvel hit man nigga, D on the beat Ay yo, you sell these motherfucking rocks on these niggas dawg Just to get that money right, just to get by You
like im 50 cent
Its BRIGGY
Yo-yo what you telling me
We got green in bags celery
Star dog loud hit my lungs heavily
But I'm tryna get burst ima need
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Yeah
Nigga you so tough
Tough until your heartbeat stop
The tre pound pop, your arteries shot
You bleed into shock, get in
my dear
How I wish that you were here
You can talk the birds right down from the tree
You can make a grown man cry just by saying please
You're
all right, but he's not ill!"
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You might see me yawnin', four in the mornin'
But the party ain't over
Then it's back to the crib,
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