Lyrics:
at Becky's
It was a fearsome brew
For fifty cents you got a shot - chocolate bubbles up your nose
That made it easier to deal with knife flights
and kids
wanna act out
I just black out
And blow they motherfuckin back out
That's real
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and BIG my nigga
Don't try to act like you
like that
It's my fifty-mission cap
It's his fifty-mission cap
And I worked it in (worked it in)
I worked it in
And I worked it in to look like that
You're just my type, you're what I like
I bring that heat, you heard me right
Everywhere I go, go, let's go!
Something new, it's another episode
You're always looking the other way
It's little things like this
That prompt me to say:
You turned the tables on me
And now I'm falling for you;
You
to blast off heat
Quik told me to be all I can be
Nate is my dogg him and warren g
They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat
And even 50 cent said
The magnificent seven
Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M.
Move yourself to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 3]
I love 50 Cent, that's my dad
But even my mom talk about him bad
She says since he blew up,
so that it would fit
And with a little bit of help with an adapter kit
We had that engine runnin' just like a song
Now the headlight' was another
don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
makes it hot
Uh huh, and we just don't stop
Come on, come on so Plush make it hot
Uh huh, and it just don't stop
Check this out now (I like)
Darkchild
You're just my type, you're what I like
I bring that heat, you heard me right
Everywhere I go, go, let's go!
Something new, it's another episode
said that
'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shit to say (ay)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
said that
'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shit to say (ay)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
surrounded by crooks
[Young Buck]
There once was some niggas that tried to murder me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a lot
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
nigga, busy
Got that bitch like chandelier
60 thousand cash, I had to put it in my ear
They hit all the shit, they light the future
This all year find that
and like that and like this
You heard my nigga y'all smoking roach spray
Man we on a first class
Flight to Barcelona, man 50 Cent, Lloyd
Banks, Tony Yayo,
wishin' that I fall
Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all
Just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
I'm road ragin'
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
still do it for you, babe
They all warned us about times like this
They say the road gets hard and you get lost
When you're led by blind faith
Blind
it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
nigga
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and BIG my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel us nigga
Biggie yo' nigga, 50 yo' nigga
Squeeze the trigger,
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