Search results for 'thuggin til im gone by 50 cent' Page #49

you can tell I'm the shit
Aye peel off 
Hood ties, I ain't leaving til I get a mil off
Cut throat, shawty wit a drum it's a sawed off
Play it day by day

none of y'all none of y'all hit the same
When it's all love but I'm fueled by my hate
Look at y'all only half of my plate
All gone 'cause I ate

Gone be good just as long we together
Back in my bag and I'm so so better
I know you ain't comin second
I know you gon hold it down

You know i just want

that's gone step by any means
Clean up Crew a get em gone they like to step on anything
Shoot To Live, Or STL Dreblocc Started That
To watch his kids Grow

Really Give 2 Shits, But I’ll Give You A Lil 2 Sense
Ya Life Worth About Like 2 Cents

I Be In A Lot Of Fire, Im A Prollem Child
And Mama Cant Sleep If Im

Poppa always had a knack for attention
His grind
By itself
Is enough to remember
Never lane switched
Kept a humble game
Yet his claim to fame was

I'm not tryna die on probation keep Glock in my britches
They know I'm gone shoot my opps got to admit it
Yeah I came a long way I still be on the Ave

you can't get it wrong
Look I owe it to my momma we gone share this moment
Look I'm on my way to the top I just think they barely know it
Counting money

came to develop and grow like a garden
But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed
Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't

kids but I'm the shit
Until my son fifty
No breakfast but every time that I drop
They say it was gritty
Haa
Really kick shit off
Like I could punt sixty

that car twice (Gone)
If Tone spittin'
I'm Ghost dippin' in Thug Life (For real)
I'm home chillin' or I'm outside
With the fog lights you Mrs doubtfire
I

these police sick of us
We selling pounds off the Popsicle trucks
Said a hundred bricks by the mail box
Tell UPS to come pick it up
Got 50 bands in

show[01:35.64]I know what I got into i feel like I'm chose[01:36.93]I'm gettin mine ian doin no trippin (ain't doin no trippin)[01:38.50]I can't sit by imma get

that fire and yo mama gone cry
Know i'm the goat with this fifty
Bake a nigga top like jiffy
Know i'm ina drop with the semi
D Black they don't feel me

Prices is high
Niggas want fifty for eighth
But I got to where they grow it and I get it off my face
Only smoking what I'm rolling
cus that shit just might

Omerta and serve ya lil time
One day you coming home
Know some niggas got life and they ain't drop a dime
So I got em til they gone
I used to do hits I was

stone
All the truers are gone guess I made progress
All and all it's nothin' but the, process

Line by line, time after time
Mind's runnin' constant so

tricky
She gon suck me til I'm empty
Pull it down let's see that kitty
Bitch let's shoot some shit like 50
Just want you alone you said you like it in

bagging them both
Tilt up they chin, fall back to they throat
Know I'm gone win, just lacking the hope
So I pretend, fuck life as it goes
Never broke again,

hollering Jesus
Bet he ain't gone spin again
I won't stop the hustle
Til a Benz yea I'm sitting in
If you pull up on us wrong
Bro nem better leave his face

...cnd please stop lying on that gram, Cause we be really knowing, She ain't no public figure, you just lit cause you be really hoe'ing...



Know Im gone

what's happenin'?
Yeah, okay

I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight
Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no place
Real P's, no yees, we don't

bout the smoke
But the next time we see that boy, I pray to God we get him gone
Social media ass niggas, I think niggas be wantin' attention
I'm

V1
...yeah my Patna tryna buy his pops a Maserati
..I'm just tryna take my momma out for steak & lobster
.,,they say u ain't made it, if u can't eat