Lyrics:
bling here
Been having a Benz, been having Vettes, been having a Rover
Gotta house by the lake, look here ask Joe Claire, see I told ya
Been having
what you want in life
Then you gotta kill or you gotta fight (okay)
If you my bitch then I'm with you (yeah)
I don't give a fuck if you wrong or right
attempted to
Overthrow more than 50 foreign governments
In the process the us has caused the end of life
For several million people, and condemned many
Try to challenge this, we could fight G
I rep my shit, head up, dead up
What up? Get wet up or cut up
Where you wanna meet up to get beat up?
I'm not
like you run in place
What you got is not motion
Thought my pockets lost a fight
All thesе fucking knots poking
In that bag, bitch
We jumping off
Barbie's wasted, sippin' from straws
Holler holler's 'bout the back door fees
Ken's slippin' 50's, he's got privilege son
To melt like wax in debauchery
Y'all know what up, papa
This that slime shit
R.I.P. Sean Price
R.I.P. Phife Dawg
Love, peace, and fight for '93
Let 'em know Pazzy
Removed
And day by day it leaves you by degrees
He put his hand on my knee, sometimes that's what it takes
He doesn't make me happy, but he helps to still
again, we gotta fight for us
The sheriff and the deputies, they got they rifles up
As Sean Bell laid bleedin', never got married for reason
Fifty shots,
hand to hand combo
Lunatic nigga jumped up and got hit
I think all time I blew those spots
MCs I will be burning burning hot
Fights and scars life is
spitballs and cause crazy fights every week
I was the complete rascal, Dennis the Menace
I there was any trouble goin' down best believe I was in it
of gettin' money how Bill Gates is
Young lives being taken by the .45
Genocide'll rise 'til glory die
Every other hour more bullets fly
Victim
or skydive to get a rush
Tying punks up, lumpin' em up is fun enough
These are ghetto extreme sports to us
Stayin' combo and buy 5-0 with guns tucked
If I found me somebody who could pay me cash money
A dollar for every beer I ever drank
A ten for every Camel Light, give me fifty for a fist fight
seen it
You're barking up the wrong tree dog I mean it
My whole team fienin' to fight and fuck
50 of us roll up in the club like what
Everyone ain't
I do's my fault
'Cause I'm a victim of sobriety in 50 states on drugs
For every act of love I attack assault
Yeah I destruct because I'm
that it got more shifty
High lows
But i be stackin a million rhymes
You only fifty think yo league aint anywhere near me you wanna fight those this
enough to fit a city block
Im sure you got like 50 thoughts poisoning your soul
Im tripping hard in the woods like it's 2 thousand and way back
cock
He took one trip and lost his mind,
Now he endded up doing serious time.
Got raped by Mr Big in the showers,
a man who wears pajamas that are
she wearin' our logo
Got my brothers by my side, they with me
I ain't puttin' down the mic 'til I'm 50
You can catch me on the road lookin' drippy
Money
Os
Or two hundred fifty pounds
Man i give my kudos to the plugs
And the middle men they play they position
That don't mean that yo' weed come on time
out
Just call me Louis
I’ma kill the groove by Danny Mac
Is lethal with the skill i am the king
I order you to have a pizza every meal
You acting cheesy
who you need to fight
Told my bitch we locked in, I'ma stand by it
All that red in his cup, bro a vampire
Say you up off the scams? You a damn liar
was the witness
See niggas pussy, pussy
That's cause they talk about livin' and die
Glides, I'm bendin' them all
I do it like 50, I'm screamin'
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