Search results for 'fuck bitches by 50 cent' Page #195

principles
I ain't beefin' over no buns Got a couple bitches I could call
No, they won't get it done Got a chopper for my cousin, it go dumb
Shoot shit up,

First, we're affected by what we know
When I talk to the kids in high school classes, college classes
That's the first thing I tell 'em
Get

said fuck keeping classy, she do the full routine, rude and sassy
The baseless allegations, she said I could be cheating and she wouldn't put it past me

smoking you bitches like I am Khalifa
I make my own music, fuck being a diva
Kick competition like if it was fifa
I'm bombing these hoes like it was

had to destroy something I help mould
Could These side bitches, fuck off, to mind their business calls
Imagine what it'd be, if you could see it all

see 'em with it
Strapped up with my partners behind enemy line, huh
Fuckin' with some bitches that be with them, they be lyin', listen
We got that

driving like I'm in a speed race
I'm taking ya shit and I sell it on ebay
Taking shit down one piece of a cheesecake
Fucking bitches with money I ain't

sound horrible now
I'm like, what the fuck happened
I a'int even got no inspiration
I mean, back in they day I used to
Be inspired by what niggas was

Pull up with a .50 cal and fuck up that lil car's alignment

Paper gotta say six figures just for me to sign it
I just left the galleria, Tesla run

doing lines of white
And they be down to fuck if the time is right
Marry anybody if the diamonds right
And yeah we don’t give a fuck what they
Bad bitches

Bring That Shit

Tattoo Ink

Realm of Crime

2005

cents
Straight to the cemeterio your soul got sent
Fuck it, your homies remember better that way
He was down for the varrio all the way
You got laid down

the gift, all these years of killin shit, gotta be the evidence, 
Tuh, I’m in my 40’s now, they say I’m too old to spit, nigga in my 50’s Imma still drop

in my lap
Watching Power, rooting for 50 because that
Nigga Ghost is a rat, facts
Scope on the gat, I can't see far, woah
Everyday a black rapper get

and fifties today
Which car I'ma drive? How I'm feelin' today?

Trap did good, so I'm chillin' today
Shit, I think I made twenty today
Don't wan' fuck ,

change nigga, cent by cent
Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
It's true holmes
Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone,

Man down ran down who
(Who)
Big bag big bag ouhh (Cash)
Bussin out the roof
Twin seater twins in the coupe (Skrrt)
50 bands by lunch time
U ion want

in and out like Cali burgers hoes by the pound that’s why niggas be red in the face
Fuck all the praise watch me dance to my shit
I know niggas gone

Bring That Shit

Tatto Ink

The Most Dangerous

2004

cents
Straight to the cemeterio your soul got sent
Fuck it, your homies remember better that way
He was down for the varrio all the way
You got laid down

turn around get in the club
And blow that shit all on a hoe
50 To come through door
20's in one's floor
60 Niggas 100 bitches
80 Percent niggas broke

nigga
My loud is Kush we don't hang with Millers
Ion't fuck with lames Ion't hang with Killers
Ordained by the Black Mob
Give a different strokes

Game

Kurupt

Up in Yo Yard

2002

all them niggaz that you got by your side 
You learned by yourself that the only way to ride 
I'ma put you up on (game) 
This whole world revolves

cream soda
The bitches all fall down ring a ring of roses
I did it no witness, no Jehovah

Clock start ticking we don't got time
Stephen King, in control

Plenty 1's 5 's 10's 20's
Glock on my hip holding 50
I finger fuck that lil hoe til its empty
My name stand in the hook like im nipsey
Sixty blue hundreds

at twenty-three
Timeless with the old jewels
A Key opens the nina threw a lob
Now I got my money up
This bitches wanna slob
Trap A Hardo living by my name
This