Lyrics:
you got to do what you gotta do
But know this, fa sho this, its somethin for realler
From a fifty cent nigga to a thousand dollar nigga
Fuck George
about a dolla ya you know I got bucks wit me
Used to window shop up at the mall wit cents 50
But Now I stunt hard have the whole hood fuck wit me
Like
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
train to blow
Just LA said
It was me and bro we was at the store
Me and bro got 50 cent cakes
By the way that I'm bussing they think I'm the lakes
Left
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
robbed or sent to jail, or maybe
even getting her arm broke by some sadistic fool out the suburbs, right
And then she gets all that money and then she
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
popping
You think im Scotty Pippen
By the way im always winning
I got two bad bitches
Yea i got some pretty bitches yea
I got bandz bandz on top of me
I
ya
(let’s goo ) (testing 123 I need all bad bitches to the stage all bad bitches to the stage)
Don’t touch the ones on the floor ( fuck Nigga
fifty three
Looking for me, a one-way ticket out
Don't understand, what's so hard to figure out?
They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck
rhymes pronouns and Synonyms
Stalking yo whole block trying to get rid of them
Aint finna 50cent me this ain't many men
Air out the whole block yeah my
with fifty cents
Probably died trying not to mention it
I had beef up in my hood like Fifty Cent, but I ain't ever have to make 'em many man
Know my
fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas
of bounds, nigga The big Zot, make a skinny nigga tickle
Breast feed that boy big clip, got a nipple Chips 50 Cent, but I got that boy two nickels
Like, damn,
fuck)
Cold-ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime (brr)
He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine
Bitches always in my business, "JT,
all restless
I don't french kiss unless it's 50 cent
Vivica,we can share him like the president
Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant,I'm heaven sent
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Get them kids, get out the boat
I just up my fifty, shoot right at his fifty
Blow his top, I know bitches
to the Bentley
Broke niggas would wrench it
Tryna keep the peace but
Hoe niggas prevent me
Rich shit nigga, y'all 99 cent cheap
I don't give a fuck boy, all my
crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
The rocket
crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
The rocket
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
average
Different bitches switchin' by the day
My pistol clappin'
Think it's time to see the reverend
Late night, we trappin' on the backstreets
Who
i feel like 50 cent
Bring some fire to the game they never gonna put it out
Fuck your ho and she don't even wanna see me pull it out
In the kitchen
so real, the type to split a bill by fifty-fifty
Ain't like the ho's with agendas, and moving really gritty
You got your standards, but far from being
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