Lyrics:
there is mud
If you don't like my songs then I couldn't give a fuck
All that aside done with playing knives
Bitches switching sides that's why I gotta
told me, "I was never looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around ten
Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between
will say they true
But in real life, those niggas will be the snitches
It's a dirty game y'all
Y'all got to be careful about who you fuck with
this
So they callin us
We ain't goin no where so fuck you
We ain't goin no where so fuck you
This day the game won't ever be the same
Things just
what it is
Scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz
They gives us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
(You
saw on BET
Either T.I.P or B.I.G
I don't give a fuck what you saw on TV
But a 187 don't make a O.G.
I'm a O.G
Never had to fake it
God gave me
bitches see this ice, they get wetted up (hot, hot, pussy)
Bumbaclot, you know we not scared of you (fuck it, fuck it)
You know just where we
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
that mob shit
Boy, I'm talkin' G5 shit
Fifty racks for that ride, shit
That ain't yours, that's my bitch
You clocked out and I signed in
We young
it probably hours
Real talk, give a fuck about the sentence
If you ain’t down to die for something your life ain’t worth living
I’m on the road
Everybody knows that you're just an asshole
Everywhere that you go
People wanna go home, everyone knows
Everybody knows, so don't pretend to be nice
Sparks is white like me"
"Haha" "Hahaha" "One time for that boy
Eminem? You know what I'm
Talking about?! One time for that boy
50 Cent! The whole G Unit!
two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Middle finger to the 5-0
I
Put the bullets in the ninety, nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, nigga hush hush
See we don't give a fuck, so nigga hush hush
Until
cents in harlem , and serve all'em
To me what I deserve man
Fuck what you heard man
They doing a Tennekee?
So who tha' real wurd man
They try to stop us,
nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck,
New York City (New York City)
You are now rackin' with 50 Cent
(with 50 Cent) are you ready?
(are you ready?
Gun cocks) I said are you ready?
(are
the moment
When you say its cuz you mad then you take it all back
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em (left you all by yourself)
'Cause I think we can
don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? (Uh, uh)
I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty-yard line
While
riding on lolo's
Puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo's
Don't fuck with the dodo's, I sling for dumb hoes
I playing, I ain't got time to joke, joke
You
For real
Ayy, you see how a nigga livin', nigga, like
Nigga came from nothin', nigga
Give a fuck 'bout what a nigga talkin' 'bout, nigga
I'm
Yeah
Naw, fuck all of you niggas I ain't finished
Y'all don't wanna hear me say it's a goal
Y'all don't wanna see Win Win, 50 or Whoa
I got real
of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it hey)
You're back won't last with checks you cant cash.
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