Lyrics:
Public service announcement
We do not love hoes
We love o's 20s 50s 100s
I got her mind blown
20's 50s I'm on my grind tho
Wrist froze
Nigga hot
He
Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto.
Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting
50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal
a downsouth raider
Snap on tracks like gators
Burning pine by the acres
Surrounded by lawbreakers
While ducking these lawmakers
This the life of the ghetto
From
todavía son erráticos
Wisin y yandel!
The warriors jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que
to probably fifty
If I ain't cut for this, how the fuck I'm paying rent
Cashing out, I got the envelope, a buck and fifty cents
I'm not sorry if I'm cocky, I
I’m laying my ass on the floor
surrounded by the fears that have bored
themselves under my skin waiting to exhale and let them in
I find myself just
I gotta problem with greed
I swear I always take more than I need
No we are not the same breed
I stand under opf that is the creed
Chosen by God yes
of aromas
Living in a coma
Surrounded by roses
The scent is a potion
Pen left strokes of an ocean
The color of a hematoma
The summers not over
I walk through
All these bitches in the club
Baby you one I'm choosing
All these fuck niggas losing
Come on let's get it grooving
Surrounded by a bunch of doe
5k
smoke a 'dro blunt
Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from side to side
Niggaz if it's
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
to sink my fuckin' battleship
Turnin' on his flashers callin' up the dogs
Now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs
Snatchin' out my seats,
These Hoes
Fuck Niggas and Bitches
Riding Dolo
Fuck 5-0
Arriving to the Palace of Riches
Told to Neva Trust the Hoes Keep Your
Enemies Close
Cuz YU
my bitch
Just got a fifty from Interscope, nigga, that was a lick
Moral of the story, I made it out, but I was still with the shits
Moral
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
Real niggas they fuck with me
My niggas keep it a buck
slaughter (facts)
I made a fifty now I want a hunnid, a billi', it go in that order (facts)
Ah
Daddy died by a .44, I be livin' like a warlord
'Member I
noon cuz my day starts with you
We both going up so our joy it all grew we
Surrounded by plumes
The fumes of this congested city
Smells like roses when
Ever since I started nation ridin', got a lil' change
Surrounded myself by game, niggaz sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that a bitch?
Re evaluate
I've been chilling bayside
Picture perfect need a photo
Sticky icky by my waist-side
I'm about to hit it dolo
Told a hoe get up out my face
I
the wall.
And hand on fire in case I gotta get off.
Ain't nothin over here for ya but problems dawg.
Surrounded by all hood bitches, no model brawds.
the gas to a pot of gold[00:21.62]Mack em down got a lot of hoes[00:23.57]Do it big don't never fold[00:25.68]Bitch I'm Demo[00:26.99]What's
that blicky rip
You ain't go get rich or die trying like fifty cent
I'm sticky fingers with the money yea every cent
I ain't gon say shit you the type
bitch get drastic all by my lonesome
Don't come on real to miss, know from feeling this shit
Out done 'cause we outnumbered your clique
Who's that
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