Lyrics:
do
What vengeance is and who vengeance belongs to
He wasn't tryna hear that ***
He just turned up the volume, bangin' 50 Cent
Tension is so thick,
fruit
Do you not see these shades of black and brown gold
Blood in the soil bloom the truth
Ancestor's revenge in the flesh, here to recoup
Oh sweet fifty
Getting bought like a street hoe
Got the 50 cent roll in the mother fucking Royce
Ain't no fucking with my boys, wait woah
Who the fuck you think you is
better when I'm sobering
Grow old fucked up that's the message that I'm going with
Come through
You don't gotta act know you fucking with the dude
50
my eyes
Swingin' them hips when you pass
I'm visualizing my name tattooed on that ass baby
Jump on this Harley
Lets go smoke some of that Bob
It's the feeling runners get cuz love they moving so fast
Why is that?
Cuz It goes by in a flash
It's like loving school so much you forget you're
like that
One shot two shot three shot four
Yeah we finna go and get fucked up
Five shot six shot seven shot eight
Many fifty cent man you know we got
them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm surrounded by many men
But see them boys ain't killing me
They treat me like Metro
If I don't trust you they go
go?
Feels like I'm out here reaching
'cuz I'm trying to teach you theirs so many things that you don't know
Said I was your closest friend
Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee)
Is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready?
Let me know, holla
There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see
That's gon' make it hard
yeah)
50 Cent, too much Henny, man, I'm bent, I'm outta here
I got places to go, got people to see (yeah)
The penitentiary ain't the place for me
yeah)
50 Cent, too much Henny, man, I'm bent, I'm outta here
I got places to go, got people to see (yeah)
The penitentiary ain't the place for me
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
I remember drinking 50 cent nutties
Sittin' on the stoop
Listenin' to 'Gimme The Loot'
The truths were hard and the
Lies were in abundance
Back when
Banks, 50 Cent
[Lloyd Banks]
[Verse One]
Look Mommy, we can creep through the ghetto with ya, feet and stiletto take a, cartlan party is when ya sneak in
When it comes to gettin' money bitch we can't stop
Stackin' up the one's time to flip another drop
20's with the 50's with the 100's on the top
We
I'm great when I'm pushing up daisies
God got a plan for this Section eight baby
I come from dirt it ain't shit that can break me
Ain't no way I can
niggas when they give you that deal
Don't be thinking you got some money that's your last big meal
U ain't ever seeing a cent again that Shìt be weird I'm
to cry
Wild like a long f***in' ranger
N****z from the South keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin'
That's why n****z
I got this game on lock yo jogging up the block for a 50 cent taco
Knock yo ass out the box so quick
You better check yo bitches purse I think she got
Yeah
She wanna spit on it, lick on it
Uh, yeah
She wanna get up and sit on it
She know I ain't got no big homie
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent
these Russians
Hey what planet that you living on
Cause here we getting shitted on
By Klan members sitting snorting
Powder in the Pentagon
People
Its been
I don’t know what they thought
But giving up
Won’t get you here
We not the same in the slightest
Now let’s get that clear
I’m really great
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