Lyrics:
on
Until you dead or gone that's the vendetta I'm on
This ain't no video game with wrestlers on it
The competitor on this is on some shit
Honest come
know whats up
20 on the slab, 50 in the jag
Coming through the air hustling on her ass
Ordinary nigga with extraordinary style
Swagger to the ceiling
psyche, I ain't finished
Ever since the first grade
Been bad with the run-on sentence
I never sat the benches in the game of life
I played the whole
and games and
So just come and peep the unique styles we are displaying
The beat's just ridiculous, the lyrics articulate
Feels good, as if a girl just
Skool shotgun, and the A.K.,
50 in the clip everybody gon' pay,
Beef with Gucci Mane that's ya first mistake,
I get me knife and my fork,
Come and eat ya
(uh-huh)
Ran numbers with pimps and I laid down cents
One of a kind Birdman, I shine (I shine)
If 22's on it?
The bitch ain't mine (no)
I taught her
Treat her like garbage, my heart was on my sleeve
Shoulda chose better with your company at least
Why should I have love for her if she ain't get it out
hustlers are us
My game sharper than an elephant's tusk
Me, myself and I the only that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch
I got
get money, this is fifty
Pop bottles with my bitches and get pissy
This shit ain't got no more integrity
Don't write they raps, and plus they flow
up
The rap surgeon fix the game up, crack merchant
Everything I sell is well, my shit is that worthy
Gats that come up out the ceiling with the beam
To come through and put a hole in you
(G-UNIT')
Lloyd Banks, ha ha!
50 Cent! I ain't even gotta work hard
Look at these niggas, ha ha ha
The fuck you gon'
The bezel is plain
The watch cost a chain, the chain, you better not reach
Not into playing my time is now and I can tell by my piece
They wanna
saturated with all the bootleggin'
When it seems better shorty ain't no tellin'
Well, call Lyor, give him this message
Then hit K'ys tell hiim, tell Kevin
We can take by force
With unity and knowledge
Woah woo
Shaking my head
Shaking my head
Shaking my head
Woah, woah
Niggas wack
Niggas wack
Niggas
'posed to
You better never make no time for these niggas
'Cause when I ride, I'ma ride, ride with you
I can't fuck with nobody
I can't keep livin'
a dance floor some of the time
(Life is like a dance floor some of the time, mm)
Dancin' with the stars, oh, every night
And gravity comes and wraps her
muthafuckin right.
[something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight.
So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star.
Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand
think ya'll on vacation, man
Stop doin', man
[JD]
Come on
See, I been lookin' at the game, ya know?
And I see it ain't too many ya'll
That can
whole block
With the chopper chop down your whole spot
You thinkin I'm fake nigga you better not
Fifty shots to set it off, you get flopped off the top
[Ice Cube]
If you try to get with me, pull a four and a fifty
Fuck your monkey ass up, like Bobby did Whitney
Trigger fingers get itchy, when niggaz
to shoot to get the loot
Then I guess you got to do what you gotta do
But know this, fa sho this, its somethin for realler
From a fifty cent nigga
Danced all night, and slept all day
Careless with my heart again
Fearless when it comes to playing games
You don't cry, and you don't care
on 'em
Choppa come through, yeah, I went 50 on 'em
Smokin' ganja, yeah, I went tree tree on 'em
You can find me in the club with the snuff, fuck
'em to me
[Chorus]
[Jim Jones]
Triple noooooo, Come on, Bs Up, Dip Set, uh
Yo, aiyyo I pop to my name
With not a dollar, not a cent, not
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