Lyrics:
open-air, Tokyo to Delaware
Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked
You know I want way more than I already got
Give me a song with Eminem and 50
on the mic?
Better get your game together
Can't come up overnight
I'ma write, get mine, puttin it in the stash
Once you have the last laugh with
A whole lot
denied
If you see she independent and have a good vibe
That's the one you better stick with and keep on your side
The game, the game, the game
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
10
Yea
Don't speak on my work rate
Even when you can't catch up with the word play
Independent never need no workmate
Raised in the game better know
bitch
Blossom with the buttercup and I ain't talkin flowers
You can keep that Remy I just like the money showers
These n*ggas worth 50 cent claiming they
Ballin' like I'm 'Melo, free my brother, filthy cocaine
Fuck the rap shit, on another level, trappin' in the dope game
50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
about who's a bigger star, Joe, Jada or Ja?
So close but so far
So many with no start
I can't believe 50 Cent and NY fell off
Then LA came back, then
Produced by: TREETIME
Skit Vocal by: MC F.Port/PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
MC F.Port’s Intro:
Damn, man, yo, gimmie the mic, man,
a 9 to 5
I get even where I'm from
So Barry better stay with the odds headshot
Boy I'll let a bow down in his temple
Cass' you better pray to ya God
prosper
Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doing this since a young buck
Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk
baggage
Play me like a hoe but he still ain't have it
Better not speak up on my name
Crowned real high but just know I'm in the game
Tell no lies see truth
and Jigga
They told me to stay the humble guy
Saw 50 cent and he told me create a homicide
Them universal clowns told me
I need to dumb it down
But crash
and Jigga
They told me to stay the humble guy
Saw 50 cent and he told me create a homicide
Them universal clowns told me
I need to dumb it down
But crash
discussin' the illest player that's in the game
And he's ridin' with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and them
G Unit records, ain't a motherfucker stoppin' them (stoppin'
real facts
It's not hatin'
They spoiled you when you was hot
And you still tryin' to milk
The game but you outdated this is crazy
All these dealers with
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
don't want anything to stop no shawty you just too hot
For me me me baby by by by ooh
Girl your not the same, your in love with t-pain
And I cant play
The bezel is plain
The watch cost a chain, the chain, you better not reach
Not into playing my time is now and I can tell by my piece
They wanna
put one inside his contact lens
Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz
Death wished on me by many men
But I ain't 50 cent feel like
and cents fifty
Like Curtis Jackson
Ready for lights, camera, action
Don't perform
If you ain't coming with passion
Accelerate like gas
Win in convincing
all out
Bustas playin' with your papes, better go all out
Tryna see the next day, nigga, go all out
Obstacles in your way, you better go all out
all out
Bustas playin' with your papes, better go all out
Tryna see the next day, nigga, go all out
Obstacles in your way, you better go all out
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