Lyrics:
the bridge with me
I pull up in the S50 plus five
Let the thugs fly
Now everybody tough guys
Its murder in these blood eyes
Like I ain't got shit to live for
them girls in New York be so damn fine, there ain't nothin' like (you)
All them girls in LA make a nigga say, "Woo," there ain't nothin' like (you)
We
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
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
on the guest list, go dance with death
The club's dead, yeah, you right, you the last one left
See the spooks in, goths in, devils in, fire's in
You dwelling in
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the house
And me, y'all
way that's why I perform this way"
"the rap game is 24hrs but you don't shut down like vegas and new york city"
"you never been to the filmore"
"my
The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
Distribution, New York, Chicago, L.A.
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it
from Alabama i'm from upstate New York
Where everybody in the town used
To have 'em a Samsung
Used to be a bad ass kid
I ain't believe in Santa
Only
My new car, custom painted
In the club everybody show me love like I'm Raymond
Paparazzi taking pictures cause we famous
Money long what I'm smokin'
peace to be found
Knowing the scripts still being written
New York
Same Underground
Navy Ships sail into port, with
Gatling cannons, strapped for battle,
Ya run up on gurl
Catch slut from da block
Motha fuckin fool
I keep one in da head
When im in da club
Nigga, when im in a bed
Ya boy gettin bread
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
Failure Club. Every week I'd present in our meetings, new versions of my songs. I started to live almost two lives and I would wake up really, early drink
days
Your sister, brother, auntie, uncle
50 years old in the club with they youngsters
Your niece off of the leash
17, but be tellin’ people she 23
Damn,
back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW
Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars!
Respect my gangsta
I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha
I know +50
a Mercedes
Bumpin' that Jay-Z, niggas know they can't tame me
I'm from New York, so you know that I'm poppin' it
And if we got beef, we ain't squashin' it
You
waiting till i hit my prime man
My homie had birthday party last night
“in da club” banging, sipping bacardi
Did diddy really do some shit
We are not
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
remain brothers, fuck the others
In this cold world the war that's controlled by the trigger
Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga
like fluid
Get a 50 pack and we run right through it
Make dem boys tuck it in cause I'm all iced out
87-32 yeah, you know what I'm about
HA HA, you
Mob ties, living legend the live
That's what I go by
And the lean double sealed
Pour the whole thing in the soda
Won't fall away, my nigga
Pull up
Zycon and Erti, this is our negativity
Mafia is ready to go out again
We fly into the club
After the tape, you think about how to live
Erti and Zycon,
it[00:45.03]Throw sum ones club rockin some panties droppin (droppin)[00:47.19]I'm only droppin for bags[00:48.70]You only see me in cars that go fast[00:50
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