Lyrics:
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
to blast off heat
Quik told me to be all I can be
Nate is my dogg him and warren g
They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat
And even 50 cent said
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.
Oh,
Tryna get 50 cents to me
Stupid I turn into G Unit
Make em beg for mercy
Fuck juice, get a keg I'm thirsty
Walk in the VMA's while your mans rehearsing
I
say?
They'd say Nash the slash
Why did you leave your sticker on my
Forty-two dollar and fifty cent suite
In James Dean's head bed?
I guess they call it fallin' 'cause you end up on the ground
You can't live forever with your head up in the clouds
Think it's written in the stars
arm as my Piaget (Woo!)
If I leave today, throw the keys away
But I'mma live today, I wanna see tomorrow, I wanna lead the way, aow!
Yeah, I
by choice
All this time I knew
That average was something to fall back on
After genius ends
I watch video only difference is it's flat and (?)
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
I heard you on the wireless back in fifty two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through
Oh, a, oh
They
turned me to a fucking man (21)
Living by the code, I don't talk to police (never)
Stand up when I'm pissing, can't no nigga ho me (pussy)
Rapping like
I can't help it if mirrors love my face
It's genetics! Yeah, I got these genes from outer space
Peep the name, I'm magnificent
I put the "I" in
hands up for the 5-0
I been in the cut, liquor in my cup, 38 tuck
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a damn
I just wanna live, I just wanna eat
But I
I heard you on the wireless back in fifty two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.
Oh-a oh
makes a dollar
I can't hear anybody holler
Five times twenty is one hundred
Everybody got to be hid
All eyes open, here I come
Woo!
Multiplying by
I wake up in the morning I'm thinking of you
In Dollars and Cents in high heel shoes
I start to think and the headache goes boom
I'm counting
me berserk
I'm tired of using plastic silverware
Tired of working in Builder's Square
Tired of not being a millionaire
But if I had a million
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass'll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
Cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
Now if
'm in debt with Christ, I done did that twice
I'm nice, y'all niggas can't hang wit Fifty
Brat, y'all niggas can't bang wit Fifty
For every bar in
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
here I'm doing my job
I don't know if you don't know, don't care or can't see
Every time something up in the hood, it ain't me
And I ain't always up
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