Lyrics:
(watches)
We eatin' dinner at Ruth Chris, Hibachi's (eatin' dinner)
I love her 'cause she's slurpin' me so sloppy
I kill a nigga, get millions, one thing
ain’t about drama no time for that,
So keep on talking you still can’t match,
What we do is part of a bigger plan,
That cannot be seen by the average man,
the Slaughter's came up
'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent
Because of my relationship with
the Slaughter's came up
'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent
Because of my relationship with
they need, or if they gon' like it or not
Aww man, you gon' have about five years go by
Next thing you know, you ain't gon' wanna do this shit no more
you
I imagine the things we'll do
I just want to be loved by you
No one like you
I can't wait for the nights with you
I imagine the things we
the pain
Having no money come my way
But now I'm making money even when I sleep
Eyes wide awake, but I really need a dream
We hustle, hustle
I go by Weezy,
the laws of light
Over the moon by midnight
Let's do it all this time
Everyone wishing well we go
Everyone knows anything goes
We are the lotus kids
man that thang go wit' me
My nigga from the jets got stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
South Central (what you do?)
A place where bustin a cap is fundamental
No, you can't find the shit in a handbook
Take a close look, at a rap crook
and fear
And so we walk from year to year
Believing in each other as we do.
Bravely marching forward two by two...
Boys and girls like you and me
Walk
Fifty cents a lesson and I'll teach you how to thrill
You and I know
That you don't understand a thing I say
So, I won't go away..no
You don't
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things
And I can see the clouds rollin' by
Riders to the stars
We are sailin', we are soarin'
And all we can do is try
We are riders to the stars
We are
and they ask for him
By name AUSK nigga I'm boss, I ain't Rick Ross but I do my thing
Im on my Jay Z shit come around your hood like you babysit
But I needs
and fear
And so we walk from year to year
Believing in each other as we do.
Bravely marching forward two by two...
Boys and girls like you and me
Walk
Eighteen years had come and gone
For momma they flew by
But for me they drug on and on
We were loadin' up that Chevy
Both tryin' not to cry
business
Any city any town - touch down I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversationist
You should know what I'm about
We know it's hard for you to see
That this is all we want to be
A constant urge within us grows
We know it
To do the thing that we propose
We
Verse
This day and age we're living in
Gives cause for apprehension,
With speed and new invention
And things like fourth dimension.
Yet we
mouth (yeah)
Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis
Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises
(She's dead) Homie histor
An' outa nowhere your
When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst
The rain came pouring down
When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe
And by
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
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