Lyrics:
class tagging on the avenues
Getting into mischief and blowing on chronic
Rest in peace Jose its cuz of you we bonded (RIP)
I was blasting 50 Cent Get
two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Middle finger to the 5-0
I
głowach to zniknę powoli
Ból w sercach przejdzie choć wiem że dzisiaj boli
50cent i 2pac to moi nowi przyjaciele
Po drugiej stronie z nimi blantem się
míos somos raperos
Winter so cold all my niggas pull with heaters
Drive by in a shotgun a seat two seater
Ya suck dick just to follow for a feature
I'm
Girls cancun in the ninety's I am going wild
With the top down crusing down all the crowded streets
Got fifty cent can't get a dollar out of me
Ima
and said""keep growing""
Destined
I'll refund you for yo suggestion
Here's ya two cents I ain't need it
I don't get jealous over bitches I deleted
I can get cold
were listening to 50 cent
He asked for 50 I gave him 20 procent
I once scammed a cucumber seller for 20 pesos
I'm dumb rich my competition is jeff bezos
get jiggy,
Really in the field wit tha nine i get tricky,
Told em jacboiz pop out im slidin witta fifty, Bent a bloc or 2 1 night its getin real sticky,
do
What vengeance is and who vengeance belongs to
He wasn't tryna hear that ***
He just turned up the volume, bangin' 50 Cent
Tension is so thick,
be two dollars, 50 cents, miss"
She didn't even pretend to flinch
She just grabbed her glass
Took it straight to her lips
But I wasn't convinced
It
rappers
50 Cent for a 2Pac
For the low price of half of how much a dollar really cost
Four for five chicken piece
Off the bone, lickin' grease
Salmonella
I'm still thinking about Nipsey and how life is so tricky
And why, so many white people call 50 Cent fiddy
And how, I could never refer to Puff as Diddy
doing tricks
Feelin like derozan moving way out of the six
Sleeping with my demons so I keep a crucifix
Talking all your shit get your 2 cents out my mix
I throw my 2 cents in
Well make it 5 percent then
If black man is God then
The ghetto must be heaven under fire
Holy war against the races
a dollar for 50 cent cakes with my brethren, Arlen
Niggas got the latest shit, but they say they struggling
I was 18 getting checks from the government,
put 50 cents worth in last week)
And your checks come bouncing back from the bank
When you're working two jobs and looking for number three (Hey man you
Bae say she too high
I been gone a minute but I look back it's like it flew by
Hate I hate to learn my lesson the hard way
They do lie
I keep getting
get the crown yet
To be a king
That I'm destined To be
the king I'm supposed to be
Or Imma die trying
Like 50 cent
Imma get rich or die trying
Getting
Four men, eight glocks, they carry two while they ride down the block one on the waist and the other by the sock, you gotta stay cautious when you do
on the feet, your pockets don't got pennies (no 50 cent)
Better get your own hair before you shave Footye North's (he bald)
Old Man Dad in the studio with
bodies. We been makin sht pop since 50 cent
Go shawty.
Now we in pent house fuckin up the whole lobby
Hook
Wait, it’s almost your time
Can’t be late (won’t
deserve it though
The fact that it was moms who did it makes it hurt mo
The whole pod jumped a mane over a dollar fifty cent bag of chips
COs came up in
friendly grins
I spot it in many men
A feeling like 50 cent
This shit won’t stay safe
I ROLL UP INSIDE THEY HOMES
IM TAKING BACK WHAT WAS OWED
IM
her 2 cents
See I'm just cruising
I'm Dodging old my h***
I keep giving y'all my old flows
But this shit here is newer than an infant
They like it's
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