Lyrics:
for a nigga
Now my stash gettin thicker
I’m assassinng niggas
All my tags gettin Bigger
The hottest rapper in New York sounding like I’m jigga
MP that
change nigga, cent by cent
Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
It's true holmes
Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone,
body but my spirit lives
The impact of' that gat can never take spirit kid
Besides that if it's not my time then I'm 50 cent
The goodness of God
before ya
Pop another Molly
Only dumbasses adore ya
The OGs bringing heat way back in the day
Still alive at age 50 while y'all jumping into graves.
high self-esteem, who is going to dance in our strip clubs?
What's going to happen to our porno industry?
These women don't just grown on trees.
It
Let the hammer dance bullets hit him in his ankle he can't do the running man
Randall Cunningham hit the strip club Quick snap and throw 100 bands
dick be in stitches
Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches
What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker
Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash
staff, I pray like this
I break mics in half, shit realism
Fuck Moet and baguettes, that get paid off
Or get laid off, I spray New York
I'm an angel,
to keep this shit low pro lil bihh wanna bring her friends thru
I'm on stage whylin holling nigga sound like Fatman scoop
Everybody wanna be 50cent but
berry bet she tastes like a cupcake
First asked her what's your name then after where you stay
She said I'm from the New York thought damn it's such
Cent
By the time your new recording is all complete
Odds are fifty-fifty, it's obsolete
Now there's a half-pint dude with a saxophone
Blowin'
naxxo
By changing nothing Nothing changes
At all
My life in the sunshine
Huh huh
Everybody loves the sunshine
Y'all want the best for me right you better
850bm, a lighting system that's dim
Young deniro damager sittin above the rim
LA The Dark, my hustlin goal's to live great
Cause I'm a New York nigga
a dad, rap was all I had
So I moved to New York, to make it pop
Did "Like Water for Choc", that album changed a lot
But my man who I started with, wasn't
a struggle, in this hustle)
This is just one (Trying to bubble, trying to live this) Realize..
[Inspectah Deck]
We dance with the wolves, wrestle with
lettin' shit slide (okay), on God
Nigga you is a mission, now we lurkin'
Box in the car, ain't no reason for searchin' (uh-uh)
Go to the club, I got
keep kickin' it
And I'm knee deep in it and I hold it down
Born and raised in New Orleans, Louisianan-uptown
I hit it how I live, it ain't just
tanks, fifty thousand dollar fish up in 'em
My team was built to win
Hit your broad with that venom, pro clubs and Levi denims
You can tell by our women
bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin'
The flyest that's livin'
We live and die by the kitchen
Choppin' on dishes, rack the puff in
Ambition bitch we
times but I no get plug
You gave me 50cent, you want to see me in the club
One day wen I die, I’ll be popping champagne in my coffin
You know why, ‘cos I
a hit
Came home did a hit again
Didnt make the news
But that shit hit citizen
I swear to god I been feelin like 50 cent
Loved by many but hated by many
Feel like my hands running thru water, about to splash on this bitch
Lord of yonkers style
Here in New York
Don't expect them to show love
I'm from
herbs
They only after ya bread them fuckin' birds
You think they like your haircut fair enough
Live your life patna guess I can keep these two cents in
club
Bitch I'm way more disrespectful then 50 cent, huuh
I'm Probably bout be here on some bigger shit, um
Cause I'm ignorant grown as fuck
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