Lyrics:
even doing wrong by usin this chorus to get through this song
[Chorus: x2]
You know y'all going to mess around and complain about slavery that was
to the strip club, to catch me some bitches
Twelve noon I'm ridin', quarter million dollar car
Straight hood nigga feelin' like a fuckin' star
Drank Cognac
at 4
Then I'm headed right back to the studio
If you need the hook up
Give a nigga a holla
I slide through your hood, in the gold impala
Drop off
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
a spitter
50 don't make me ride 'cause I'm bitter
'Cause I be long gone like the ripper so
Don't even look at me wrong
When I come through the hood
a quail-o then I lay low
Inside a mansion, Nokay-do
50 cents Fake-o Bay-bro
No see's in my lie
I need weed to get high
I need cheese to get by
After
the whole 50 shots
You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more
We done came through the block and sold many color drops
And these mothafuckas
the city had a motherfuckin' posse
Niggas kickin' up dust over colors Ridin' through the hood, suitin' up each other
Sellin' dope to they own fuckin' people
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
who drive Millineums
It's all about the Benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of Euk for the mutts
Five carats on my hands with the cuts
In
Zaytoven
Ridin' 'round itchin' (skrt)
Yeah, my palms itchin' (cash)
Real grown ain't fucking with no children (grown man)
I'm not arguing with
loose lips yeah I'm trippin'
Best believe a nigga crippin'
I'd even rob Obama if I
Catch the nigga slippin'
Catch a nigga dippin' nigga
Ridin' through
money
We in the benz
We drive cars
We fuck your hoes
We taking charge
We gettin dough
Yall niggas pussy
I cut your face
I'm in your hood
Every fucking
niggas ain't playin'
Got my first choppa for a bill 50 (mane)
Mane I wish that bitch was still with me
As a juvenile, hid it by the club
Got
Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
Some Say I'm Crazy For Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same
a show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab
Already
Higher than the satellite, crawlin' like a baby
Maneuverin' thru the traffic like I'm Tracy
That tommy rip through yo body
Lil boy don't try me yo wifey
She right here by me
She on a jolly she vibing
She popping pussy she popping molly
I'm
for a little ride
Okay, we ridin' high
Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L, and just kiss the sky
Huh, and if you ever disrespect the Bus'
Move into the hood with all the O.G's That help me get paid homie, we a unit Doin it how a gangsta do it Run through it And stampede the block like bitch
ain't fuck what you mean playa
(Juicy J)
Playas from tha Hollywood
Evergreen is my hood
Smokin' city
Show them gold teeth
Ridin' in tha woods
Ridin' 'round fully loaded, fully armed
(Loaded) i don't trust these niggas
They look like bums (Look at 'em)
About my bread, I need every crumb
(Need
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
50 Cent, nigga (Uh, huh) , Tony Yayo (yeah)
Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?)
Yeah, and you don't stop
I do a one-eight-seven
streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it, nigga, nobody ever gave me nothin'
Flexin' so hard I
where Reginald Denny's truck at
Police cars, driving by niggas in slow mo
If you white don't stop at the light, 'cause that's a no-no
Running through
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