Lyrics:
a ride today let's goooo-o
Let's gooo-o
Let's go
She told me she ain't riding no more
Felt that shit inside my soul
Fuck that shit this time I'm gone
people signing a book (don't play no games)
This thug life shit
Is running through me veins
I'll bleed for my niggas
Just to give 'em some game
From
about how they did me
Yeah
Everybody 'cept for Boosie, 50 Cent and Dave Chapelle
Ain't none of them niggas I helped get 'em Billboard helped me out
ain't talking disney
Yeah you know you ain't better then 50
Ain't no way that you better then 50
You know it's bands over bitches
My money come first,
feet to the metal of life and see just how fast it goes
Fuck the world, gotta make that bitch grab her toes
And Rock game never goofy, no weapon shall
Sitting low in a foreign/
No more hopping outta Hondas/
Ducking 88/
I went from noodles to the lobster/
I bought a .38/
Upgraded to a monster/
what they talking ‘bout
This here is where it’s at
Look, I came in this game
I stuck my fangs in this game
I wore no chain in this game, my hood
My name
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track
could save him
He wanted more than no one could pay him
Fat aspirations
His accolades he's already wasted
He wanted more
Than anyone around him
That's
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
everybody dies
In this life ain't no happy endings
Only pure beginnings
Followed by years of sinning and fake repentance
The preacher says we were made in
Writing rhymes at night in the house by myself
I open mailboxes, all I see was more bills
Gettin' cold chicken, walkin' down Ryan's hills
Askin' moms for 50
I'm in a Benz
I am not 50 cent, neither are these guys
Blind, I hope they see right in the end
They might be streetwise
But I've got three eyes
I've
I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[50 Cent]
Nigga now gotta let me break it down for you how it's gon' be
You don't wanna fuck with Snoop cause then
the key to winning grammies
As if its the key to fixing your sanity
Listen
Do you know what its like
Feeling as if there's no point to life
By the time your
IT ALL FOUR
GIVE EM FOUR MORE
THATS HOW NIGGAS GET ATE BY THE .44
ADD IT UP
WHEN IT COME TO MATH
MONEY BE COMING FAST
THESE NIGGAS MOVE SLOW
Taking more shit than they ever take
Yo pigs are made to kill, and no regret and
Keep your hand on your weapon shoot his ass and start steppin'
'Cause I'm
I got a grip on the game, no remote control
No room in my pockets 'cause both of 'em swole
Peel two bitches, both of 'em chose
Money make the world
good someday, yeah
Remember having fifty cent to my name
A quarter juice and some hot flames
We were sitting on the couch watching He Got Game
My
You have your bip on you?
'Cause if you ain't got no bip on you
I ain't hangin' out with you no more, bro
Please stand clear of the closing door
he was blowin up fool what
happend that nigga got dropped or what I don't know I ain't never seen
that nigga in the hood no more
[Murs] (murs
the human population has more than doubled and during the same 40 years more than 50 per cent of all animals, insects, fishes and birds have disappeared.
on the town, reckless abandon he's been bullied before
But now he straps, and no more
Attitude high
Flexin on every guy that walk by
But don't
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been
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