Lyrics:
on Nostrum like a turtle
I be growin' Gusher by the P, it's fertile
(Phew, phew)
I might just fuck around, open dispensaries
They gonna talk about me for some
and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be
Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be false
of the gays was said to have died while changing a tire
At the very end of the movie, his lover smells his attire
"Jack, I swear" is said by that man
touch when she gone
Uhh she smell like Chanel
She feelin me and I can tell
With the right woman by my side
I feel like I can't fail
I've been around been
Y you taking this too far
Woman: Come on, get up
Man: sucks teeth Rick'll give me some money
Man: Chill out, I'll go tomorrow
Pass me a beer
Well I
come get me
If you, if you want it, come get me
[50 Cent]
Nigga, you violate, I regulate, rat-tat-tat
Bigger shells - they fit in that banana clip
to Skooly
You gon' do my whole team
Girl you goin' viral
I done finally came up
It's been a long while
Pharoah shoulda took the P
'stead he lost trial
My
'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
to blast off heat
Quik told me to be all I can be
Nate is my dogg him and warren g
They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat
And even 50 cent said
[GZA]
Okay.. the GZA
Tony Touch classic, knowhatI'msayin?
We gonna bang why'all, in the head one time
Blaze up on why'all one time real fast (Do
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
Roll wit a 50 hmm
Roll wit a 60 hmm
Hit wit a hunnit ohhh
Bitch I count hunchies
Finesse out tha pen I finesse my way in
I broke my scale once so I
[Master P]
oh lord can you feel me
or tell me why my lil' brother Kevin Miller
had to die and i still hear
gun shots when i sleep so i'm sayin
niggas done copy your fit?
We had p's and we served by the zip
Y'all had steez and we had drip
Helmut Tee's and Margiela seams
Y'all was press for Amiri
Hmmm, hey ley, leleyley
Yeah, yeah, Omega Masta, baby, hmmm
One by one, come again, gyal wine, gyal wine
Tell me why, everybody wanna shine, hmm
a question and I
Need the answer on the spot
That bitch you with she like you
Or she like what you got
It's 50 Cent and M-O-B-B breath easy
We ain't finna kill
So I walked into a store with
A couple BUCKs from the BANK
Saw a pack of M&Ms asked
How much? 50 CENTs? Thanks
Grabbed a box of Ike & MIKEs
JONES
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
like this, uh
Money, money, all I need, all I want (yeah)
Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (you stink, yeah)
Money, money, all they
the spot
That's why I acts like this
But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)
I made crack like this
Chorus
Masta P
the spot
That's why I acts like this
But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)
I made crack like this
Chorus
Masta P
it's bitch with your chest out
20 years in this one place, they still gon' treat you like disposal
50 cent raise a day a year, that ain't no good
Don't get cooked by the pilot light
I can smell metal in the air tonight
I can smell metal in the air tonight
I can smell metal in the air tonight
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