Lyrics:
the cheese in
Fifty top, bottom icy mouth, like I'm teethin' (ice)
Say she with it, put it on the set, on the B's then (on the set)
Ayy, ayy (brrat,
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
have changed
Since you've been gone
Damn, you been away from the hood too long
A lot of things have changed
Since you've been gone
Damn, you been away
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
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 gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
until I'm dead and gone
Keep my brain on the game
And stay head strong these sorry bastards
Want to kill me in my sleep
I'm real they cannot see
you live and you die by the game and you lose
at least you did spend your life tryin to change
[Chorus]
You're thuggin and you love the streets
huggin
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
ain't hot but every time I fuck
The coke price drops
When it's time to get it on (what)
I pull over the thong (uh huh)
Fuck 'til I nut then get up, I'm
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
with chains
I met Mr. Lee Harvey, from the Tea Party
He used to hate Obama 'til he felt hurricane Charley
Looking for his FEMA check, it's gone with
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
still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's on
And my time is none, because I'm writing more
I don't hear to meet a soul
platinum hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't
up, cuz?
Thuggin' that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in
and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 Cent & The Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go
at your head, you end up dead, I up that .40, nigga
Bitch, I'm rich as fuck and that's a must, I'm gone kill all them niggas
And they know that I'm
is homie, La Cosa Nostra
I won't stop 'til I'm on a "Wanted" poster, motherfuckers
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love
ain't here, the love is here
And we gon' rep 'til slugs kill us here
This for my dawgs stuck in the struggle tryin' to gain
Smokin' trauma, sniffin' Ra
lost my way
I lost my way
A long time ago
And I’m back ready to go
And I’m some type Of mission
And I’m going til I’m gone
And I got no competition
in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
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