Lyrics:
barrel by, too gun shy to hitch a ride
Got two quarters and a dime, cup of coffee costs a buck
Fifty cents to place a call, payphone's ripped right out
Hello, and thank you for tuning in to Braes Records Radio
Right now you're listening to Tropical Storm by JD Fuller and Kisatrix
And Young Subway
Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa
You was a n**** finally make me kill one of y'all
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
Right up under my
I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you
to the money ok
Green please I need
50's 100's round me
Green please I need
50's 100's round me
I'm on a mission for money
Cutty was given this morning
My kid
his mouth
Now he be talking like fifty cent when he shouts
Cops said i'm the gang, G.D.R what you mean
I ain't no gang, lone wolf true lycan with them
you’re the friend of the working man.
(2x)
(Beat Change) V26 Woman 2
And, finally, the Pure Food and Drug Act, passed by Congress
V27 Woman 3
Gave
wrong
I just hope that you know right
(Like)
(I just hope that you know right)
Six shooters on three dirt bikes
Fifty cal' grip, I think you're tight like
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
dippin'
Un-forgiven by so many men who wish to 50 Cent him
Talkin' bout how is he still shittin'?
Thought by now he would be empty
All this power in my
that's hard
ok, do you understand, because I wanna do different things and I'm not
Please continue straight and then keep to the right
But that implies
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
Girl, I would've fucked you like I had time
Last time, you was actin' mad shy
I forgot to tell you I was high but I want you really bad, right
Any time
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers
sale, fifty cents a cap
50 Cent got eight caps in his fake ass, and a Maybach
But he rented that, where the dentist at?
Need some whitening toothpaste,
Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You
time
And I'll make sure it's an eventful night
I'm a little nervous but it's fine
Cause the thought of me and you just feels so right
Waitin' by
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
In case you're feeling uncertain ok
It's my fathers recipe
You can't get this out no can
But they keep looking
For that black by popular demand
Adorn
and a pit bull in the seat
These pigs'll get bit foolin' with me, quit foolin' with me
Bitch, you're gonna see, no pistol in the seat
Why it always gotta
school life with a fresh occupation
Without society there's no communication
We feel a lot of hate, a lot of frustration
But we are driven by
That we must come to (woah)
Walk side by side
Follow the light
And we'll make it through (We'll make it through yeah)
So, so what you're saying is
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