Lyrics:
Thug]
Slim Thugga..
I roll scrap glock 40 in my left
i rap but still think like im grindin in the trep
trynna dept to the change from the streets
'fore I make 'em crash, I'll show 'em how that money could stack
The rap game like the dope game
I can hear your cries, I can feel your pain
Young
[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
Nothing but young guerillas
Kicking it sipping juice and gin
Trying to find a better way
To make dollas and cents
Packing my gat with a 50 pack
And when
hate me, bitches in the head beatin' 'em (So)
Niggas want to ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gansta why'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
(verse three) {1:50}
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they
powered by lithium, all charged up
Plus that superman juice got you feelin' it
Yo, niggas wanna move on me
And make history
And make TMZ and Thisis50
That's
to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by
ever knew leave my side
Asking moms for 50cent just to get a icee
Hitting the block wit my guys everyday was dicey
I wonder if I got locked up would
the days
Young strays, posted at the L.Q. on Friday's
Waitin for Dice to give the go ahead
Hawkin 50 cent, puttin heads to bed
for a herringbone hear
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
from Harlem to Q.B.
And when it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, finally, the legendary cool G.
[Kool G. Rap]
It's B.G.S. kid so what you
brandish my strap, back like a cobra
I stay drunk, 'cause I'm a mad man whenever sober
On a one-man mission, my ambition's to hold up
The rap game, while
Dann mit der Pumpgun
(Dann mit der Pumpgun, dann mit der Pumpgun
Dann mit der)
13,50 für ein Kilo Hasch
Nougg3apreis, asahbi, ich liebe meine
Fifty ma na cent
Feel jako raper tak jebu ti mater
H Uplnej monster
Uplnej monster ale i soft ye
Vzdycky na beatu a nikdy pozde
Kapsy sou prazdy v capu
Before you quit ya job at the airport
Thinkin' you gon' make a mill from this rap game
But you labeled as a lame and it's a damn shame
No fame, no
and breath in this town
We beatin' them down
Raise a blade, buck 50
I rap like no one out there can fuck with me
Stuck with me, we ain't leaving the game
Maid
Still thank god everyday I pray
Stacking bread no mayonnaise
These rap snacks ain't made by lays
You touch my chips better count ya Days
Met
brandish my strap, back like a cobra
I stay drunk, 'cause I'm a mad man whenever sober
On a one-man mission, my ambition's to hold up
The rap game, while
bitch
Blossom with the buttercup and I ain't talkin flowers
You can keep that Remy I just like the money showers
These n*ggas worth 50 cent claiming they
a city in the west coast
On this quest to get rich
Or die trying, tread soft
Word to 50 cent
I don't even need a vest
For the Teflon
When they let
zamanlı
iki üç iki renk karartır
bu sigara nigga bed yapar mı
çek yakamdan ellerini sürtük
fame in 50 cent kadar mı
Yeahhhhhhh
alayınız leş lan rapiniz
fame
His name got Xed from the guest list
Chains and the rings I'll give to my brethren
Slay the rap game ABomb that's a death wish
Bless with raw talent
for all the rap companies that’s
Out to take me to court
They see me blow like 50g's and
Yea' they thirst for that sort but indeed
I guarantee that It’s
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