Lyrics:
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
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
Punch line queen, no boxer though
Might pull up in a Porsche, no Boxster though
Tell a hater, "yo, don't you got cocks to blow?"
Tell them
can't get back
Gimme, why don't you gimme the world
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five boroughs
Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money
wow)
Can't save me, walk up in this bitch and make it rain
Double R outside, Bentley coupe, frog eyes
Take that bitch to Five Guys (wow, wow)
Cuban
game, heroin in
The vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who the next nigga
Ta get popped by a cop? Who the next in the hood 2
Get shot? I hope it ain't me,
Whoever said that love is easy, must've never been in love,
Sometimes its a landmine, one wrong step and it blows up,
A word, a look, lights
though
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in,
can't get back
Gimme, why don't you gimme the world
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five boroughs
Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money
Hating but still trying to be like us
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona
Shit, I
don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only ryling me up
For three years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now they 'bout
to The All-Time Phenomenal
Used to bag work in V.A. at the Econo Lo'
Now I'm laying out at the Delano though
But don't get it twisted the Uzi's in the lining though
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
honest, I'm bout to make it famous
So you can take that J-O-be and you can shove it up your anus
I ain't never understood how the world works
But I
Ninety five percent of you niggas will never fuck with me
Ninety six percent of you niggas can not look up to me
Ninety seven cent of you niggas
we get shady
Dress up like ladies
And burn 'em with dirty 380's
Then they come to kill our babies
That all out
I got gats that blow the wall out
Clear
Blast Off
Hold up wait wait wait
Blast off
Take off
Blow it up
Yeah baby
Deep south boom bap by DJ Green
Let's go crazy
Blast off
Take off
Blow it
don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only ryling me up
For three years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now they 'bout
about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
pull a nine out, blow my mind out
Is the end of me really serenity?
Man in my house, it's rap or die
Get a piece of that apple pie
Life is a Pharcyde
is bent
Count up every cent
You want money
It get honey
Don't get bitchy
That's suspicious
I wanna do what I wanna do
But ma's rent don't get paid by
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
We in the streets, playa, get your mail
It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere
get down with you
I wanna get down with you, kick it with you
Blow it with you, book it with you
Sail across that blue off the beach of Cancun
Hit
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