Lyrics:
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
die, tell me why
'Cause this stress is gettin' major
A buck 50 across the face with my razor
What can I do but be a
Thug until I'm dead and gone?
I keep
drum with the fifty
When I up it, it ain't no missing
Shoot til it's empty
Y'all must ain't heard my last song
Anybody can get it
I'm on my road
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm
vegetables, they gonna respect the flow 'til I'm gone
One for the money
Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game
(I'm screamin' fuck
Drop it boys
I say, "Hey man, what you doing later on?"
He said, "Oh man, I'm just hanging out later on"
I said, "I'll swing by and get you
I plead
Forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's
Runnin' from enemies
Ever since the days of the seed
I'm under pressure
The stress will have me
a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none
I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb
weed was an everyday thang in my household,
And drinking liquor til' you out cold
And tho' I'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow
Bustin on them
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit
Been out the game, Did that mane
Valejeo I claim, Made the name
Feel my pain, Ghetto fame
Magazine
rap bitch, pussy taste like fruit (Word)
Back to the thuggin'
(Uh, huh) , now we sippin' sizzurp (Okay)
Pour it down my ass
Let 'em drink it 'til he
to the motherland
To see what’s mine again
Be of service, land of dark faces
Split, colonized in fifty-three places
The greed went on 'til everything was gone
Wiped
like this and I'm been ballin' since a jit
Big Swerv', but I fell like 50 Cent, I shot niggas and went legit
Two hundred thou' on my wrist, eight
tryna touch a mil
Said I'm forreal
Grinding til the morning
So it's fuck how you feel
I feel like 50 Cent
Many men
Choppa heat him up right out that mini
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
I'ma tell you once nigga I don't talk twice
If you get down bad wit me
Nigga you gone loose yo life
I'm the real Uptown Nigga 4 Life
And if I killed
replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face
like it's legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get
It if we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Big
Ya honey gone be mine
'Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly
The kids look sunny on the shine
I'm gettin' ticked off again
Y'all must like
(50)
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin'
(Jack)
I try to stay out of love 'cause I'd kill me a bitch
I'm just fuckin' and thuggin' and gettin' money to lit to commit
I got one ho ridin'
(50)
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin'
gone low
Or gone by sundown, they're dodging 5-0
Now as I wander through the city goin' mad
I see the fruits of planting evidence instead of grass
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