Lyrics:
ya corpse near a whole choir
That's what u get for runnin round wit no grip like old tires
Issa Whole lotta bums in ya circle
Before rap I got money
Tonight we gon' blow a check, worry 'bout your shit tomorrow
The turn up is so real, we 'bout to get super lit
Boy, I'm kickin' straight facts, that's
[50 Cent]
Disrespectful
Anything, I let you breathe
Now you're dead
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake
niggas call for they momma
Ghost in the night in the phantom I haunt ya' do what I want to
Beat up the beat I get up wit the heat And you better get right
(ooh)
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Feds hit the spot say I'm coppin' from informants (feds)
smells cheeb on me I'ma whole different person
Well I guess I'm goin' ta cheat, she understood the chat
Now call me when ya get there an' tell me where you
content
You bent and and it only cost me
Some breath time and 50 cents
See a fucking dying breed
Don't let me go extinct
Let me fly high
Praise the boy who
Bosslife
Yo it's ya boy Traidmarc tmg
I'm chilling top billing
Sitting on 20 million
Ricky lake on my melon
While watching the milky way
though, you're ghost if I say so
Guns and ammo, I buy them by the caseload
Then I get you hit for fifty pesos
(Violent J)
This one's for this boy
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
go
(Young)
We's bad lil' boys, waitin for Santa Claus
In pajama drawers
So we can take half his toys
(Gimme ya shit)
We'll climb up the chimney
the shit just spit now it's dirt
Death pressing ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work
Stand by the grand high exalted
At your door with
track u
Sink under ya skin like when you get tattoo
A no wet up thing dawg we come splash you
Rise up every gun
Tell some boy we nah put it down
Cah
Look, mama, I made it (grrt)
Look, I remember the days
Same fit for a week straight
I used to eat fifty-cent cake
Now, it's Philippe's
It's
Shawnna
When I bump that thang and keep a pocketbook of marijuana
Better keep that mouth out my business
'Cause I got that 50 for ya
And I'm off
a couple o's know the game get gravy
Take twelve fifty go git ya two and a baby
Yeah sixty three grams if you whip that right
You should get back five
don’t forget - I be in battle too
We outnumbered 50-1
Many with guns
Many with bias by us trying to get us to run
I know that Ella Mai have made it sound
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
like fifty vans (let's work)
They never seen fifty grands (no)
They never seen fifty bands (never)
By the time you get your food (ah?)
It's been
back
We don't bet no lil shit We bet big bag
Ain't no internet shit Really into dat
Come gamble with us get a big bag
Roll da dice You can get fifty cent
First you get the power
Than you get the money
Than you get respect
I should get sign by Nike kus I done ran me up a check
Most of ya guys ya broke
Transportin' ki's in the all black Camero
50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat
I'm a Hot Boy to the police
And I'm a thug on the street
Yeah I score
diamonds, too
I just got new diamonds by the way
Uh, woah
Dexter, huh
Uh, yeah, uh what
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man)
I
Camaro or a Tesla I don't know what I want
(Get Both)
Call that shit a Tonka, ya Yeat what you want?
(What'chu want?)
Boy yuh pockets make no mothafuckin
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