Lyrics:
Play O-Dog in Menace and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin' the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin' that cash in
Think
strange
Cant believe all the shit i done overcame
Money give yo moe power like 50 cent
Dem boys undercover like clark kent
Cant hate on da player ,da game
with no problemo
Iceberg rabbits and the fox and more
Where I coped two more brought four for RZA
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
Ain't no makin' love to a young dope boy, a young rich nigga
This that dope dick
She addicted to that dope dick
I got her hooked, got her locked,
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
dentist is
I done shot so many men (what?)
I think I'm 50 Cent (I think I am)
I ask once, won't ask again (I won't)
Know who you dealin' with
If I
50 cent
I ain’t even worth a cent but I’m heaven sent
I’m hellbent on getting it on
By the bar I see a black blonde
(As I approach)
Hello ma’am, you
was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some help
I done heard about the fifty
real life, nigga you really borrow money from Ghost
All that lil' boy shit, yeah, it make it evident
Made millions in these streets, what the fuck is
Let's take over the world
Baby just two of us
Everything on a nigga dripping yea yea
New candy paint coupe cutting ya ya
Real rude boy, me a puff ganga
made a play i’m acting brand new ooh damn big rude flexx he big fool ooh
Keep it real dawg nigga keep it straight
Loyalty the only way i operate
Big boy
screamin’ "Long range" ridin’
Round with that rifle
Keep that tool, boy, rude boy, top shotta
Strapped up with that tech, he bet’ not flex
I got it on me
that we smoke
I said fuck that, you get free smoke
If I say this, they might re-vote
Why I'm the king of Grime by default
Big ego, man can't diss my
daughter out the ghetto.
Where im from its the jungle, it's real boy no geppetto.
I kept the metal like heavy rock.
Made it bubble like chicken pox.
City
Y'all already know what this is homeboy
No no no no no nigga
Fuck what you heard homeboy
Real niggas on deck
Goons is out nigga hey
We do
You sent on dat mission
He tried to run down
Got popped like he 50. Cent
U say Suwhoop
I say nigga what's brimmin
Dis real life shit
Dis dat 36 business
(yeah)
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow
Help, I've fallen, I can't get up
I live in dark, get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, minute man
told to eat fast,
Never snitching was the code.
I would never post pone cause the money get gone,
Never waiting by the phone gotta get it on your own.
tonight?
You already know what it's hitting for
Ma, I got whatever outside and you know what I'm sitting on
50/50 venture with them S dots kicking off
nigga, you know what the deal is
Sox Gang rap, them boys know who the real is
Feel this, you can't gamble with little chips
Got it, been had it
You talking
a real trapper you don't understand that
While you was trap rapping I had to wrap in saran wrap
Making 2 cents turn into a dollar this big facts
I ain't
to look what happen now
(?) Concrete crown
Caught that line, you're getting beat down
Real dope boy veteran
Dope boy academy
Here dope fiends still
(for real)
Dope fiend beggin' for a dollar from me (what?)
But all I got is fifty cents for a cigarette (here)
Landlord in my apartment knockin'
what you got count
He grabbed me by the arm and said, he said,
"Real quick boy, let me tell you this story
About this real rich dude I used to know real
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