Lyrics:
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
my paper up
In the studio writin' rhymes til the paper crunch
I'm not the type that you would call em a thug
But I'm a hustler its all in my blood
So
(Blah) , ayy (Blah) , drug with a Sig
Thuggin' again, Bloods in the mid
(Boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, ayy, them Bloods in the mid
Bitch, I'm that nigga, nigga
you talkin all that loud stuff
If you live and you die by the game and you lose
At least you did spend your life tryin to change
You're thuggin
cold
And tho' I'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow
Busting on them niggas til they gone
How many more jealous ass bitches, coming for my riches
Now
with them guys that society begrudges
We been thuggin' worldwide got arenas buzzin'
We survived gettin' fronted by Ilena cousin
Before you could sell
it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit
Yeah (wha-, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's 50 Cent (wha-) and S-N-double-O-P (wha-wha-wha-what?)
You don't want it with Snoop and you don't want it with me
was a fifty three
And the motor turned out to be a seventy three
And when we tried to put in the bolts all the holes were gone
So we drilled it out
Yeah (wha-, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's 50 Cent (wha-) and S-N-double-O-P (wha-wha-wha-what?)
You don't want it with Snoop and you don't want it with me
I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with
Nails (where)
In my eyelids now (what), I'm seein' diamond sales
Like I'm in Zales (yeah)
Without a doubt, by any means, if rap was skinny jeans
I
with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong
These sorry bastards wanna kill me in
gone that's regardless
Drive-by, niggas bow down
Thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First
'til it's time to get gone
And before I can end, what I was sayin'
she was tryin' to put me onto to her friend
I told her bring her
I'm warning you I
gettin major
A buck-fifty 'cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
I keep my brain on the game and stay
(snitchin')
I'm in a Scat, bend a curb in this bitch (gone)
Supposed to chase the racks but they chasin' a bitch
My cousin in the 'Raq, he deliver the shit
to go both ways
Let me see that ID just for proof
Or pour the drink 'til the vermin's gone
Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
Before it
my nine
Chorus [Different Variations]
[Verse]
Can't find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot"
When I drop, I'm sound like Eminem and Kid Rock
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
to go both ways
Let me see that ID just for proof
Or pour the drink 'til the vermin's gone
Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
Before it
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