Lyrics:
to keep this shit low pro lil bihh wanna bring her friends thru
I'm on stage whylin holling nigga sound like Fatman scoop
Everybody wanna be 50cent but
thing but fuck a bitch
Trying to get it by all means
I'm on my shit
Get a whiff of New York scene
If I meet the right mexican
Get it for fourteen and he
Clarkes Crossing raised - steady sellin Lemonade
50 cents a cup plus cookies from the Kitchen-Aid
Swimmin like Mixhael in the cash flowin by us
On back
Show me love
I'm in the club
No ID like I'm grown
I'm talking money
I don't talk to hoes
Hop out the coupe
Prada shoes lil' mama
Straight
[Babs]
Yeah, Brooklyn New York, stay focused
Its ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady
Diddy I see you baby
Yall niggas done met ya match
I'm
The income can't stop not even at 40
This sound it originated in New York
She like how I dress and she like how I talk
She sees the drip on me she likes how I
FFTTT YEA BEEH
YEA
AYE chasing after bread
After bread nigga
Chasing after bread
Don't neva chase a bitch
Think I'm 50 cent bitch i'm hated on by
I live in America but fuck this government
A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead
While y'all drink the similac
My rhymes are breast-fed
No
prosper
Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doing this since a young buck
Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk
have unique traits
I'm Honolulu, Hawaii, with the Royal Palace to which you can go
I'm Boise, Idaho, I ring in each New Year by dropping a big potato
I'm
shine shine
Brighter than club New York at that time
My mind
Will always react like my life's on the line feel me?
Kill em all
Taught you gotta win
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
they mouth for
McGruff the Crime Hound, droppin' the nine sound
From New York to out of town be knockin' them dimes down
This is how we do it in
heiß
Bald etablierter Rapper ich battle 50 Cent
Du lebst in der bahn und bettelst um 50 Cent
Ich flexe mit Anstand und hohem IQ
Das finden diese
the same
Nike sneakers, Guess jeans and gold chains
The Rugged Child be bringin drama to your system like drugs
Live and direct, from New York like
Mrs. Thompson. Come on, let’s go!
I’m proud to live in America, the Land of Liberty,
Where there are 50 states in the USA.
We’re learning all our
I'm dot com, I drop bombs, kill ya squad
Live like I'm still in the yard 'til I pop ya god
For my niggas in the Bridge, with the 50 dollar Panasonics
to murder me
Why is it that niggas talk the talk but never walk the walk so I talk the
talk if niggas scared to walk New York
Why is it that those who chose
probably drugs if I'm
Sipping the Sprite you know my life
Drink, smoke, roll some dice
Shoot the club up on open night
Hit a bitch in a wig
Tall nigga got
Ayy, like a Mexican in the club, I got Jeff with me
I'm in New York with a choppa and it got 50 in it
I ain't drilled in a long time, man, it been
trip
I dare anyone to say New York ain't my home, bitch
'Cus anywhere I go,
I let 'em know where home is
I seemed to be living the high life
So, decided
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
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