Lyrics:
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
and the finger of a thirty-eight
Dust by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor
whipped, this shit is ridiculous
Shoutout to 50 Cent, man (let the Bandplay)
Huh?
Say you a gangster, but you ain't never shot nothin'
How you
it nigga
My gas is like you taking off your hat got you lifting nigga
He wanted a QP but I just threw him like fifty nigga
And I don't gotta stack my
Would you still have love for me?
Ay girl you're a master piece
I could be ur Romeo no Master P
Play them throwback jams like 50 cent
Girl it's cold
they gon hear it
I don't hear shit when these niggas be talkin I swear I hear more from the niggas that's quiet
I came from nothing I had 50 cent I was
about it bout it
Sure as a shot nigga the second dose is quite ironic
I am the top ceiling no mutha fuckin doubt about it
Moment of silence ya'll do
to the hoes I'm Floyd unique
Anything from me please just assume it come with fee
Unc just hit my line he said his nigga copping ten
And I ain't sitting by your
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
at a million
But when it got bad, you said adios mi amigo
But now the diamonds dance, so stay over there no mi amigo
7.50 by the hour, and your still trynna copy
Get the fuck out my business you lowsy
Bankroll came with 50s like Curtis got power
I put some dick in his bitch now she shouting
What it is we got drip
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
cents each
Hundred in the pack
Pack for a dollar
Now I'm flipping racks
They like nigga how you do it like that
Don't spend nothin'
I just let it stack
I
Fifty cents
Take your favorite girlfriend
You know she's of a Mexican descent
Tell it to the family
Ya see it growing day by day
You know you sell
mattress bed
In fact I get practice being dead but I sure feel like I am on fifty shades of meds
Let me get that Adderall I'll give you fifty cents i insist
niggas as jokes
Boscotti with the candyland
The only tree that I smoke
The pack travel to a land
By a car plane or a boat
I been hungry for the green
That
(Hellgang Hitty in this muh fucka)
We just slid n***** slidin again, we just slid n***** slidin again (Slidin again)
We just slid n***** slidin again, we just
50 thats a
Niggas knowing that im stunting
Going for it aint know punting
Bitch dont love me then she fronting
Im finna get out the hood
Just to come
but I got it like this, anything I want imma get, get or die trying 50 cent, little money that I spent for her to let me come up on her tits, I promise
one day down the line he'd be my first influence
Uh yeah next came 50 Cent and G-Unit
That's when I fell in love with music
Nothing's been the same I've
All black Benz, kush in the wind
Bumping old Khaled shit, 'All I Do is Win'
Switch to 50 cent, turn on Many Men like Lil Kim
Every time 50 say 'Many
replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face
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