Lyrics:
and despise me, so I let 'em
See, the answer to show niggas better than you can tell 'em
You've had to deal with a lot of real-life drama
What do you say
that shit
He just turned up the volume, bangin 50 Cent
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
I got soldiers from both sides who really don't care
Who identify
put 50 cent in her slot
Jackpot
I'm the man, need the pussy on demand
Call her my box
Cause I got her unlock
I got prime shipping
Cuss her out
Make her
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
they calling me "money man"
I really ain't tripping as long as you niggas don't go by my government
My time is money and I don't have time to speak on no
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I hit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I pit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
buckets man
22 bands TurboTax shoutout uncle Sam.. and that other ham
Hit they block with yoppas making niggas do the running man
Metal stuck to me feel
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
He cant rap with me
Do it by myself
Different breed
Was the strategy
Niggas hella soft
They be sweet lika cavity
Staying with my arms
We together
the wrong people
Don't be confused by your friends, some be out for evil
Niggas say they is your friend when they is a foe
In do time it will really show
back and forth with me, not adding up, like abacus
Thought that I could be 50 Cent, but can’t get 'half a buck'//
"do a nigga have, what it takes to be
to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories
me, what's your name?
Can I get my grown man on for one second?
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be hanging wit' Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Lady,
to the M A
Shreveport where them boys bang out broad day
See no evil taught speak no evil another cold case
Make no sense/cents sprinting to cells
So I'm
hoping baby for the day to pass by quick
But I know time’s an illusion now, on this quarantine
Get out of bed now is 9 o’clock
Nothing to do but sit
leaf
You can do a whole damu documentary on just me
Call it "The Life of a One Hundred Percent Real Whooper"
They did it for the BRimz, Muu'z
the phone, then have the manuscript
Them numbers on the pad with no names, to even tag
I won't change, but I get mad cause it's pain that hurts so bad
Do some
shows sold out
Baby
My niggas evil no resident
Need fifty k for a settlement
Don't come around politicking, don't even claim our president
Self made
muthafucka
I don't need you to rate me
Your girl already rape me
We did the dirty dirty
Don't look so innocent
I gave her 9 shots first
Like 50 cent
I don't
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
had to make sum
All my opps black i aint talking bout a mason
Lil beaner jit but I mix it with Jamaican
Anything I do, man, I really swear they hating
the pill man out of Two fifty
Ran off on the plug I'm mr two brickies
Y'all lil niggas really ain't get no fuckin chicken boy
You buy it hard, you don't know
played this
50 cent up on my dresser
Go get a loosie
I know you mad so let's get a groupie
Rubbing off you, girl you rubbing off me
I need a drink when I'm
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