Lyrics:
might do it)
I'm so with the shit, a half a ticket on me right now (talkin' 'bout right now)
AP Skelly quarter milli', that's two-fifty thou' (baow)
card, I know you're pussy by your conversation
Show you the safe, you'll have to kill me for that combination
Made another two milli just off
don't tell me
nobody can see
don't give me a key
ye ye
me and oneshot make you away
like snoop and dr dre
50 cents the real gangsta
2pac the betta
best
a chick a word
Her whole team, you will see a chick with a bird
Messing with Mase you'll get what you deserve (That's right)
A buck 50, nah,
came way too far, I can't fuck it up
I got niggas that die by the gang, gang (gang)
Stupid, be honest, you fuck with us (hey)
Hearin' no one can
you want for three-moose-fifty
Yeah that was Moose-A-Matics 101, brought to you by Jake
To the Mallorys, I hope that you're having a great day
Same
talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get
on the BBL
She like messing with the hood niggas
Cause he fucking you good and he feed you well
If you need it, you know who to call, girl
It's a dog-eat-dog
wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men think I'm spinning on em' like a ceiling fan
Paranoid, how the fuck you know I'm not gon' air it boy
Saturday night
Good time
Pick my friends on my hot ride
Front seat, high speed my vibe
Windows down on a cold night
50 cents and Akon
See the cops
Ain't endorsed by Nike, but you know that nigga keep a tech (Check)
Nigga swear he hate me, but he watching me just like a bitch
I ain't gone act like it
heads who hated 90s rap
It's always after that 93ish time in fact
And mine was pretty much, when 50 Cent did In Da Club
Paved way for your Little Wayne's
can you believe it
That's because they suck
Post Malone is not a fan of The Ventures
Neither am I said 50 Cent through his dentures
Guess who thinks
nigga to step get deleted by death
undefeated ain't no thang to put that body to rest
chest filled with smoke yokin' niggas up by the collar.
Follow
with the AR-15 (boom)
Fifty shots later I was feelin' much greater
Bodies droppin', this shit was like a lay up (ah)
You ain't never sold double ups
the show
Go at you both
Hit you with more bars than soap
Sham is the name
Feelin' invain'
Fiendin' for dope
(buckshot)
Yeah, you know we got cha
Blastin' your family I don't care who left
Cookin' your bitch up just like a chef
Yea lil' nigga I laughed at his death
Can't hear shit you would
if you don't cheat
Fifty two
Imma stick with you
Roll your eyes back when I visit you
Smoke a mild black when I'm sippin' too
I'm sippin' juice
Mix
on a actress
Get fucked up
Roll up
Rep yo shit
Throw it up
What you drinking?
Pour it up
Now it's going up
You throwin' up
'Cause you drunk as fuck
This little strip full of prodigal shops
Tear down the mall build another on top
Buses of college kids
Boozed up and with dough to spend
50 year
Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?
Stapleton Project, recognize you're lookin at Allah's best
Puttin' on the hits, it's no
in the streets, you tellin' (Skrrt)
Don't run, don't run
Make it home to my son (To my son)
I be with killers who kill other killers
I'm hangin'
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us
Fuckin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush
I'm sick of all you
and went kiss on your kids
now shes kissin on you
instead spittin she true
yet your lovin that she ballin but she twistin the crew
pissin on who white dudes
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