Lyrics:
crook
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass'll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
Throwin' bow's to the face
We too D double-E-P, deep! if you wanna buck
Knuckle up
Watch me bow his ass up, throw ya sets up
Throw ya hands and ya hood up
Got a strike up on my record
And I'm playing shit for what it's gonna be
A nigga sitting on his last hundred
Plus I owe the homie 50
And my bitch
She want it I can tell she want it
Want me to push up on it
Fore she know when I'm all on it
We get the party going liquor flowing this is fire
50
Wait a minute hold on get your ass up
Whassup nigga?
Get over there shit
Ya lil punk ass nigga
Come here come here come here boy
God damnit
ge-geah
Yo.. yo.. ye-yea, ye-yea
Turn this up.. yo, yo, yeah
When the war's on, the pores are drawn like pictures
The niggaz is all gone when these
Wait a minute hold on get your ass up
Whassup nigga?
Get over there shit
Ya lil punk ass nigga
Come here come here come here boy
God damnit
over a mil' don't put the crib up done
'Cause if 50 get free nigga, 50 gonna run
It's best you be a gentleman
And you watch what you say (brrat,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me (not me, nigga)
I'm warning you, do not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you (50)
You
Wake up Monday morning lookin' at another 50 hour week
Hit the ground, black coffee, runnin' on 2 hours of sleep
Damned old truck won't start
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me (not me, nigga)
I'm warning you, do not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you (50)
You
Huh, and I'm out real fast
Get the paper out yo' ass, baby
Yo, here we go, listen to the po'
Shoot the bo-bo and act like ya know, ho
Fuck with
playin' I just, graah
Pull up to the rock
Grab that Filipina, look up in my eye, way up
Hot, got price on my head
Me and Trav jump out, we ain't gonna
the 44, he rollin' wit 50 Cent
Untold the 50 gallons rock it like 50 Cent
Yea, bussin' at the sky, fuck it I'm high
So big one hit you, your cousin'll die
rented yesterday and gotta have in by 5
With the gas fully filled up like I didn't drive
Told her I had a girl, nah fuck it I didn't lie
Told her this
the deal
We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill
You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces
We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit
see me in this motherfucker again
Drop that shit em!
Let these old punk ass bitches know how we runnin' this shit
Niggaz ain't going back to court
DJ Whoo Kid:Yea (?) Lloyd Banks 50 Cent G-Unit Here We Go you should be here wit me bitch, you should come and make me rich, girl you know girl you
grew but we knew he'd rise up quick
Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit
Just me and my dogs, livin' like hogs
Outlaw Immortalz
What follows is
scared of slugs, runnin'
start movin', me and Juve (Juvenile) e be comin'
(Juvenile)
we left yo' brain sick
up with a chopper (A.K. 47) splittin'
(Woo) , came up off them Snack Packs
50-cent for Shastas
Itchy blop' up in the backpack
Little Caesar Hot-N-Ready box
We had to have that
Made us heavy
trip I'll come for yo head
[50 Cent]
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin' ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin' you so long
The top
and
You don't send flowers
Goddamn sheriff, can't wait to tarriff
A chunk of a nigga ass
But watch a nigga blast
And get away nigga fast
You ain't gonna
trip I'll come for yo head
[50 Cent]
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin' ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin' you so long
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