Lyrics:
the way I ride
While I'm bumpin' My Life by Mary J. Blige
See I damn near cried day Rick James died
See that shit was cold blooded but the music keep
my main don't Act Right
Nothing to something
That's the whole goal of the shit
A penny to to a dime
A dime to 50 cent
I'm tryin to get rich
Nothing
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
shit is cold like the snow
Snakes in the grass, cut it down 'fore it grows
Shit talk till I got the chrome
Aim it and click out windows
Might have
[50 Cent]
Yeah, this somethin special ya'know, somethin epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't
Don't wanna see you
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
capped by my nigga C
And now his ass is sent up the river next to me
Four years pass and we back on the shoulder
Cut a fifty up into a nice fat boulder
Cut the shit up like machette, chop the shit up like grass
'Cause I'm a stay hustlin' 'til they fuckin' can me bitch
Because it's Monday, Tuesday,
And it shine like ya should set the phantom on
In it see me riding, getting blown like the saxophone
Hey shawty, spit the shit, it takes to cut a candle
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
or the four-train in broad day
Your silly rabbit rhymes are foreplay
I cop a 50-bag with short change
You can see my mom's reflection in a Sport-Range
Shit, it's
know what that mean, I'm fly to death
I step in Def Jam buildin' like I'm the shit
Tell 'em gimme fifty million and Imma quit
Most rappers' taste
started laughing
I'm like ain't shit funny
I might be wearing a see through coat
You tryna find me
Yеah, we open, like a blastеr
Screen a nigga, like
fear
Never showed fear
I swear I'm going c-r-a-zy
Never back down that's my policy
I'm in the cut with D-r-a-z
He tryna drive the b-o-a-t
Focus my Nen
1 - Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster
Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher
Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin'
the fuck up you a nuisance
I ain't tryna hear it fuck your two cents
Ima cut down these loose ends
I'm the matador you the bullshit
Man fuck you and who you
ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell, yeah
So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite
So much, too many, but we
away
Nobody thought it could happen
Said it's psychosomatic
But I was gifted from the start
Now I'm full automatic
Come and see the master plan,
HOOK
I'm tryna stack me some 50s
I'm tryna stack me some 50s
I'm tryna stack me some 50s and 100s, I'm tryna stack me some 50s
Oh My God, I've Been
cents to make amends
Rather live with anger like the liquor in the liver man
Shit I been a bitter man since Kendrick with the minivan
Since Marshall
back, lay back, treat this eight six cut like a Maybac
Hey, show these suckas that after 50 million sold
Daddy fat sacs is still where the hood at, hood
You move fast and you might crash ya whip
So I move with caution to master shit
I am surrounded by characters
So I stay on my Francis Ford Coppola shit
it's gon' come again
Them hundreds and fifties and
Twenties they double up
Bout time they coming in
Them small faces and the blue faces
You on the slide
smile
You were resonating by the kilo
I said fine let me get the keto
Cut that fifty-fifty sticky icky licky dicky flow
Hush that fire let me see the V
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