Lyrics:
bitch off that one-five-one
[Chorus]
I, am a, Alkaholik nigga
Top dollar if you ain't up on it you gotta
Move back I'm off that one-fifty-one right
Ayo, Ghost, what's up nigga?
This "Supreme" talkin' to you and shit
You caught me all the way in Staten Island to see you
Beat the two minute
sound funny to you niggas cause I'm not here to make cents homie, yeah
Elusive to the gram right now there's a bad bitch I gotta hold down
If I wanna take
This is how it goes
50 cents in pockets of thousands of holes
In catacombs of city trains
The only light they see is reflected
From the surface of their
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
Everything from Carty to Chloe
Little, Posha here little Filth Mart there
Nigga, it's not a game on the mic I'm insane
Snatch back my lane I'm a Vince
Yeah, them niggas talking bout y'all always want some lyrics, right?
Real lyrics, well here we go, I'm a tell you a little story
That's right,
Bullets leave a skin defect
Got bank like Lloyd , yayo like Tony, but can't give you 50 cent
I Aint felt a bullet yet
Im thinking y'all ain't on shit
Im
life to get rich
Man aint that a bitch?
Here we go again
I aint even got a sentence but im going in
They gon trade you off the team just to get a win
funny, you niggas is awful
(Fuck outta here)
Sixty off the pack
(Work) , fifty in the MAC (Boom)
Got my pants saggin' like ole'
Titties on a lap (Sleez)
real you niggas fake it to win
But if you lames want games tell them let em begin
Now she hop off the porch n start blastin
Ride or Die ion even gotta
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
We lit, we gassed, shawty got the stick
He do, yeah, he rich
Yeah, I seen a lot of niggas be rich
But they
round
Had 40 nigga now I'm 50 bound
Let me show you how this 50 sound
I keep shooting till he hit the ground
Run a play score a touchdown
Getting money
Lennon
Made it by myself only took me a minute
Boy you broke gotta change how you living
Niggas stealin my style yet they still not winnin
Gon be here for
)
We gon' ride for the niggas that didn't make it to see
The way we, do this here, Tomb Stone and Eazy E
While we ride, Niggas is probably thinkin' we
me "Youngin’ get this money"
Now I’m big homie huntin’
50s, 20s, get knocked off for a Louie Belt
Long live Sam Duncan
Crossed a line now I’m done bih
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
somethin' just like cream of wheat
Sweep you off your feet
Broomstick a nigga, hood sweet
These lil niggas don't want war with me
Want no war with me
Choppa
the
First time you had to ride out on your enemy
Ski mask over my skull to cover my identity
I'm a make these niggas bleed
And vacate the vicinity
Bustin off
Tight in real life but hella friendly in the mentions
Gossip like the women then you one by extension
Damn, let's talk about some other shit
I could give
and then kick the dyke off
Set the fight off, show 'em what real rap is
Real rhymes, real beats and real clappers
And we blast until cover
Make you see
I'm riding niggas out here phony so we sliding I can get you gone but you hiding
You said you got drakes but you just lying fifty-nine shots to his dome
really shoot to kill,
Yea its cold outside yea dem niggas catchin chills,
Keep dis heater by side quick to cook em like a grill,
Shlaki n p shiesty u can
, what the fuck you here for?
I gotta 50 round drum, no it ain't a fair fight
Better move (moo)
Nigga run, this shit ain't a fairlife
If he heard the first
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