Lyrics:
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
[Repeat: x2]
(Bitch!)
Bitches keep comin up $hort
Fuckin' with Too $hort, Too
$hort
(Bitch!)
Too $hort, Too $hort
Now fuck around and
Get
stuck for so long to the steering wheel
Seven out of ten
Eight out of ten
Nine out of ten
Good shot
Here's your 50 cents
Good luck
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco
[Chorus: x2 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
Sticks and stones may break bones
hard, so concrete
I was raised by 'em homie, that's why I think so street
Take me for instance
My life is not about you, think me for instance
I did
and going
Till we'd gone too far.
Till we'd gone too far.
One cent at a time
We're changing the w-
Wait! Now hold up!
So, I was coding in the lab late
(skrrt, Maxwells)
Think a nigga shot somethin' (ah)
Put it to your face, watch a motherfucker blow (boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
Daytona, different color face
[Chorus: x2]
Ridin' in my Chevy n I'm sittin' at the light (at the light)
I got kush in my blood
Sippin' remy keep it pimpin' wit my pinky off
planned it, her life's going ten different ways,
It's off to little league and then to ballet
Somehow she keeps getting by
The only soft shoulder she
overcome all your fears
Including insecurities brought to you by your peers
It's extravagant
You're messing with shit that just isn't average
It'll get
throw my date book over the fence
And buy me one for five or ten cents
I'll keep it till its covered with age
Cause I'm writin' your name down on every
or a car that's there
A little different noise for your listenin' pleasure
A sample from a record that's a four bar measure
Adults think this music is
the dopest forever
By kicking lyrics so clever that
No one can do it better (Repeat 5x)
Time is dedicated to say peace to the homeboys
My homie Laylaw, MC
Accept in the street, niggas we live by different rules
Pill poppin' everyday I'm in a different mood
They scream our names since we walk the halls
Sometimes the truth is hard to accept
I do my dirt by lonely
With the lord as my witness
You would think it's Christmas time
By the way that I'm
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
like water whip
Minc
Yo
I'm hot as ice when it's 40 below zero nigga
I'm tryna' turn 2 cents into a kilo niggas
Cus in the hood that can make me like
Me, I'm the Lonesome Kicker
Extra points, field goals at your service
One might think it comes with glory
You might think different after you
think they think they listen and
They buggin out like ziz ziz
Bitch, they buggin out like ziz ziz ziz ziz
Yeah, suck on my blood type, be positive
If it don't make money, don't make sense then it don't make no cents
It feels like half time on the clock and I'm down by ten
I always thought it
or five different colored techa-marines
Yellow diamonds and stones and two-way pager phones
Plushed out SUV's smokin Leprechaun
Flowers in the back
necklace
Now Luda tell them what you think about your investment satisfaction
ya, blow me a shotgun [Repeat: x4]
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