Lyrics:
NIGHT GOAT:
She was my way da bed and i could run my teeth.
It's more like hundred mile nol and know mor men but you can make my teeth growl.
(yeah)
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow
Help, I've fallen, I can't get up
I live in dark, get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, minute man
but I can't forget
When i was asking for them dollars it was barely 50 cent
Names on the list
But I ain’t owe you shit
Never did favors
It leads
His fire
was put out and his maiden-devouring license revoked. Maiden devouring out
of season is punishable by a term of not less than 50 or more than
of the rich man
I've been living this poor – well
I guess for
Forever, and I bet I will forever more
Barely eking by
Seeking out the dollar stores
For
smoke ask me if I was rappin
Spit fire the type that's trained by Dragons
Best believe ninja this is a Game of Thrones
Travel and Touch-down more than Pat
I'm sittin' in the Coupe with a nigga
Just ran up thirty more strips, bitch
Count the money by myself (I got it)
I don't need help with them bands
and when we speak they listen
Well nigga you asked we look and we laugh
Depleted 50% of that mission right in that hand
[All the way]
[Verse 3: Layzie]
Now
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
thirty-five years doin'
Some kinda work you absolutely hated
Spent seven thousand eight hundred and
Fifty-three minutes blinkin' your eyes
And added
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
nice eight ball jean jacket to the last court hearing
I'm ready to change
Add shorty spit in my chicken and rice
I've been fully consumed by hatred,
mind quickly creates
Its always, Saint, why dont you give me a break, I've been dying for a feature?
I'm worth more than 50k
I know my views dont match
even when she drunk off the tonic gin
Wastin fifty cents in the phone, it took two calls
After conversation, blue balls
Lookin for a way to release this
50 Cent ciara
I'm focused, man (DarkChild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me I handle my
Ich komm nach dem Late-Night Cagefight rein
Das is' "8-Mile 2", Bitch
Geh mir aus'm Weg, ich will Stage-diven
Ihr wollt FAV sein, ich will FAV sein
niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas
more could they do? They piled on the pain
But his soul's not there where it was supposed to be at
For the last fifty years they've been searchin' for
o'clock on the dot
Checkin' on my old rock spot
I seen the same old set
Heh, the small timers see me so they jet
Buildin' one-twenty-eight
I got
Playing for a thousand
Call that 50 cent
Die or get rich
I'm not trying
I am doing
Call me Yoda
Sensei Buddha
That's affluent
Maybe wealthy
You all know my
another knot
Keep your bank on swolle and your honey in the pot, bitch
Because I can back it I can't help but talk shit
Feeling like 50 Cent when he
Turn on my microphone you get Me
Hey ee
I drop the shirt and I wear knicker
I smoking Gas like a Cylinder
I grip the 50 like Vivica
Ride deadly
o'clock - 2 million miles away.
Stand by for emergency manoeuvre.
Object coming closer at the speed of light. We have 8 more seconds.
Change course by 4
stuck my tongue on the frozen stop sign pole at eight years old
I learned my lesson then
'Cause I wasn't tryin to impress my friends no more
But I
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