Lyrics:
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
ain't gonna buy a new GJ
Smoke a cent that's while I rhyme
Then I put up in a six give a low have me high five
Then I pull a pole three to a let go
[B.G.](BulletProof)
V.L
(Team up)
V
V.L
(Team up, team up)
V.L
(Team up)
V.L
(Team up)
V.L
Verse 1: BulletProof
I'm full of that raw
???? a cop
Thirty-five cents and a cigarette on you
The moon began to melt as the sun went by
The man broke out of jail, tried to hitch a ride
I went to the bar to watch
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
to the money, I designed by myself
I'm loaded, racked up loaded
Backup nigga, watch how I blow this
This shit come and go, hocus pocus
Gotta keep a hundred
and tuck
Gt da digital dash bouta paint my v dub
Damn what you do put the duces on it
Pull up with the crew its a kodak moment
Onli here for one night she
and the endo sack, make me slack?
Cock tailed or V'd up, gettin' swiss cheesed up
Please don't blow my high
(blow my high)
When I'm sippin' that purple
the tuck
Think the Xanax and the Endo Sack, make me slack?
Cocktailed or v'd up, gettin Swiss cheesed up
Please don't blow my high
Don't blow my high
When
trying to get
To the record store
And it was all on the news though
How I was rocking the show for five and ten cents or more
Ah ha I was all in your mind
faces
By the way this Clayton and my mind sick
It spreads contagious let's remind them
My private school's patrons of rhymin' fools and viable troops
one stone
It's crazy to me how easy killing birds is
Emotional support music
What the people want to hear
Supplemented by not feeling worthless
Sounds
pretty good some play so bad it hurts
We pick up their golf balls that fly over the fence
We shine 'em up a little bit and sell 'em back for fifty cents
a burnin' case I'm shakin' niggas up, no earthquake Mad spittin' like a kid with no birthday Huh?
It's funny how money get blow How we ain't got money
you Make It To See 21
[50 Cent:]
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give
Give her that money, go blow something (blow it)
She want a rack 'til I pop something (rack)
She want a trick, I'm not one (not one)
Pull up and hop
shining
Don't cop the bling to up my swag, that's freestylin'
Bastard flow, nastier than cashis blow
Rope-a-dope against George foreman in 74
October's
the world, I was on the front raw
Run DMC show me what I wanna be
I got kicked up studio by Kool Moe Dee
The coat cross four in the tretch terrastry [?]
Give
be slow or quick
I am the shit
You just a little kid
I'm just built different
Go pay your rent
What's it cost like two cents
Here's my two cents
Give
When you're around and unwound could you please, keep it
(Scatting)
I said I make 250,000 wait a minute I mean 360 dollars, shit anybody got 5 cents
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it, just to get by
24/7 I've been working overtime
to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery... Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be
Fooled by a peaceful
Un! He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom, trump
and counterfeits
Promise you imma find a fix
Numb by five I get numb by six
Money I want and cement and bricks
I pull up fucked up to the lab like rick
If I blow up
Do not fuck with him
Stewing junk is what
All of us tryna do
University graduated and
all of us like balloons
Gonna blow up soon
Know you feel it too
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