Lyrics:
In the heartz of men
To all my niggas engaged in makin' money in the fifty states
Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch
No longer
Never ever been on my level
Fuck with Fred you face to face with the devil
Raise hell to raise my funds up
Bitch I was raised in the ghetto
Pedal
that's a big black bug,
Got your 50 cent fortune tucked under your rug.
You got your zoot suit body bag ready to blast off.
I'm in a milk crate by your
when I walk, a bop when I walk
You now rockin' wit the grimiest
Nigga in New York
50, aka Ferrari, F-50, aka 50 Cent
Now fuck wit me
Cut a fiend, suffer
and that's a big black bug
Got your 50 cent fortune tucked under your rug
You got your zoot suit body bag ready to blast off
I'm in a milk crate by your
'niggas in the hood so we stay surveying
We know life ain’t a game but we’re still playing
When I heard he was dead my mind was straying
In my head it was
years, 30 years, 50 years
In the cell feeling drunk like you drunk 80 bills
Homicide though
Genocide when I ride
When we die
Only God knows where
on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross)
Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man
Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man
Get a lap dance (and if you get
A pool party in my crib at the Daytona
Hosted by Sonia and Monya, ooh
Mami, walkin' up the beach, so fly, so neat
It's me and Ginuwine, twenty threes
the bar
Book aflight with Miley Cyrus, and we going to the stores
Got that ODB cuz they say they like it raw
I got a four fifty engine, in the hood up my
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
player, DVD or vinyl
Play with Three my twizzy blicky sing just like it Richie Lionel
Say Keeboiik we been having them K's, so why they think we lying?
Aye
it's me
Make 'em sick to their stomach how they supposed to be
Sipping on a 50 foot yacht, nigga, motion free
Ocean in my backyard where its supposed
yo head will get whipped lil nigga
Fifty cent for nine shots your body get dropped knock you off the block lil nigga
Headed straight to the top while
to muh'fuckers tryin to jam me
I'm caked up so niggaz in my hood can't stand me
It's fuck 50, I stay in the drama
He love her, I fuck her, she's his baby's mama
and
Vanish in thin air
I've finished my work, now it's time to cop
And meet that Chinese lady
At the baggage spot i need twelve twelves
And fifty
I’m on my 98 chain, I make Slick Rick proud
I got on 9 diamond chains
In the booth right now
They call me spending stupid, no roof it
Shawty with
just pull up
Park it cross the yard
Molly rock got the hood going monkey bars
OG cookies pulling cookies out my
Cookie jar not no milk
I just hit it till
shoes up
And you ain't shit if you
Ain't never been screwed up
Im in the drop, sittin low
84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood
Lookin like I
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
Everything I'm talkin bout real as shit
Aw yeah I'm back in this bitch
And you don't gotta like it but get off my dick
Ohh, hands up for the 5-0
Oh, ohh,
silence Strapped up outside it's violent
This my 50 Cent get em bitch
Mobb Deep flow
RIP Prodigy
I ain't never shook tho
I'm Mac Dre Cutthroat
My commity
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
back to Bompton
Before I hit the hood, a nigga gotta stop in the Swans
And pick up a sack, had fifty for an eighth
And I only had fifty, made it last
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