Lyrics:
pounds
I ain't from a softy town
Niggas'll break your bones, crack your faith
Call the doctor, let him put it back in place
Ha ha ha, 50 Cent yeah what
ready to handle business
6 deep is how we mobb, an we tru
(Ungh)
But we'll kill if we have to
Been on the block in the Bay, nigga hop by the tre
Nigga
a nigga clock
Everybody gettin' rocked when we hop out
Pussy better not cry now
Nigga where we from it's the code that we live or we die by
Grrrrrat,
ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror Squad
From the top, we have
knock my own shit
Like I'm on my own dick, my
Day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops
Come blaze the court and though niggas
Die
Fifty years! Hell naww, hell yeahhh, tryina tell ya'll
At this rate, niggas gon lose!
Can't search for water, or grow your own food!
Tell me what's gon'
when a nigga get cake spend a check on trophies
My baby mama she ran a skit on me
She was just picture painting
Now it's to late to close the gate cause
a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
(I can't believe you just did that)
Ayy, ayy, glahh, glahh
(DJ Fresh, what up fool?)
Thirty clip, fifty clip, a hunnid clip
Quad city and nigga
niggas act very change
Uh uh uh uh
I'm in the alley I'm rolling with 60
(Blrdddddd)
Let off 10 now I'm riding with 50
Spot my Vick 9 times like 50 cent
y'all feel my death appeal
Yes, it's real, Buc-fuckin'-Fifty
I'm young an' deadly, that real nigga you pretend to be
Armed heavily, quick
When I'm hangin' out the window wit that AK filling ya punk ass wit holes
[50 Cent]
Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana,
I'm new on that greyhound
fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas
and Dame
Niggas don’t know I stay flexin’ on ya dame
And that bitch gave me the ass
She gave me the brain
Until 50 cent run up and take your chain
He ain’t
Their motherfuckin shit straight
Niggas love to say im broke how
I was running round 50 thou
Plus a feature name bieber on a mixtape
I got the glass walls
Yeah, YSL shit, true facts, ya dig?
Nigga we get it, we get it
My niggas, yea turn to a 50
Calling my niggas, they with it
Pull up, 8 shots at yo'
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
I'm a nigga that's on the grind for six figures
I'm a chilla but bring me out my back I'm always splita
You kill me it really don't matter to lil
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, "rocks, blows,
a fucking shooter, Brandon Roy
My nigga Cass got the Bent I need the 550
I only blow good smoke the L's 550
You not a real connect if
You can't supply fifty
Ridin' with a fully through the city, nigga (yeah, yeah)
I been sellin' bags by the fifty, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Pinky ring, it cost me seven-fifty, nigga
(Mmm)
All these niggas came in lit y'all never see The come up
Na Gods grace enermy big kala fit still Fuckup
You fit come up or u fit go down
Climb
Niggas klaim they bro skits plagiarism much
I put the beat in a Body bag like nas wit ether
U kan learn a lot from me listen I’ll teach ya
I ain’t
to the sky
Like Wimbledon
Get rich or die trying
Like 50 cent
Always sweet in the beginning
Like cinnamon
Niggas want it now
When we get we can split it
Bitch
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