Lyrics:
play with me before shit get stupid, this shit get ugly
His ass get shot just for lookin' like he walkin' up on me
Die by my lonely, won't take Montana,
Snatch all the honey from your honeycomb
Now the bees keep flyin' by me
I'm on that piff, that potty
That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from
an nobody snitched
Hear that grrr an its lit
Don't try trickin me I'm no bitch
Walking like fifty cent on this strip
I know many men want my lick
So i keep
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
turning back like a bad cassette
It's funny how they take away our rights when we act correct
I could throw you a lung you still wouldn't catch your breath
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
Solitaire from scratch was out the womb by myself
Had a couple friends i can't tell where they went
Alone living hell found my way back to heaven
Welcome to the ghetto
Livin' day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things:same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets
this shit by the leash (shit by the leash)
Look, you reach imma teach (don't reach)
I got some good game from the streets (from the streets)
I know how
care. Compton's 50 miles but,
yo, I'm ma get there. Archin my back and on a straight rough. Just like Carl
Lewis I'm bailin' the f**k out. from city
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
deep shit
Listen! I've gotta go but meet me after school
I'll be waitin' by the back 'round two, k?
Got it Hil!
The boy's so fair have fun with it
Third
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin' to get our
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin' to get our
sounds inquisitive if it ain't dividends
Make myself into the plug don't be middle men
Many men wishing death feel like Fifty Cent
Life is hard
I can't
I'm g' saggin', switchin' lanes behind limo tint
My foreign bitch, swipe her Visa like an immigrant
Hey
On Pimp Street, they call me hunnits, nice
get richer
I'm after the Tens and Twenties and Fifties
On about pounds not on about cents
Fuck the internet we do it real life
Get cut in the flesh this
of chalk
Unless it was some Pinewood art
I grew up bumping 50 Cent
He was shot back in the day
But I’m reliving it
All make believe
Wish I had the battle
red and one green dice
For fifty cents, nickels or get nice and pay the price
A hot rolex with ice, fit around my wrist
A gorilla in
Cent
I am P I am P for Paasewe
Straight out the Motherland
Where my mama saved money in rubber bands
Selling food on the streets just to make amends
I
with two of your most deadliest men's in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, home or not
It's that no
homie then
Just on da one hunnid tip
I be feeling like 50 cent,
My haters be like mini mes,
I Get hated on by many men
Pimp my pen for dividends,
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