Lyrics:
will pay! (Who!)
You see Flipmode is the team that I rep forever
Respecting the Code of Honor staying together
It's getting hot I think you should
lonely
On top of the world when you're the only one with the balls in your shorts
To leave their jaws on the floors with no remorse
'Member that when
(Mommy, Indian got them beats)
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Draco, dare to hit me, you got a fifty
came in bails
Who knew it came with jail who knew it came with prison
Jus cuz you got an opinion does that make you a politician
Bush robbed all of us
in all five borough’s
I’m in Brooklyn, I’ll be everywhere comfortably
who pumped you and told you to come rump with me
you the type to run your mouth
Can you stop it
Microwave on got my popcorn poppin
Splash on a track got you fuck boys moppin
All I need is cheese and the dough on my pizza
Niggas
(Yeah! Yo' Gunn, you with it?) Whatever
Come on stay, I wrote this rhyme on my born-day
Remind me of the same style I flipped on "Hey!"
Yikes! Who can
go depend on somebody
Nobody holy pass
Your best friend fit turn ur enemy
I no be 50 cent
But many men still wishing death on me eh
Abere a nlo ko ná
to go by
Was days where I only had 50 Cent you should know I
Ma get rich or die tryin', round here bullets be flyin'
Mommas be crying cause these baby's
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think
Joey Darts Productions
Who's that?
This is Saddam loose change
You are listening to Jazz 9-1-1 the bomb
Here's a little Diddy by the gone
me by your side
I'd cross my heart not hoping to die
I'll go through the fire one more time
I'll walk on a tightrope fifty feet high
Just say you want
Then Go And Cook Crack
Look At Me Now B****, You Don't Know How Rich
Lloyd Banks, Yayo, 50 Cent, Game N****, Or I'll Get
Solute A Soldier When You See
Point made
(Point made) , point made (Point made)
I ain't with the subliminals
(With the subliminals)
If you play, we gon' finish them
(Play, we gon'
crews, you disloyal hoochie
Now all of a sudden you back with Drake and Tunechi?
After he said you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci?
Who next: Puff,
ducking from yo ops, don't stop at corner stores, let off fifty shots right by that corner store, have you duckin for your top right by that corner store, i
like more life and heavy reps
Wash her down with lavender, blueberries, and frankincense
I know you been working way too hard to not go get the best
Alls
and of suffering
You ask, what is our policy? I will say it's to wage war by sea
By land, by air, with all of our might
With all of our strength that God has given
So watch out hard
Who holds the keys to the car
It doesn't matter who or where you are
Believe me you'll get caught
By these haters
These fakers
or a weapon
All I need is about 30 seconds and
I'll teach you a worthy lesson
Don't fuck with Devz in a session
Nothing but bars and aggression
From day 1 I've
just say the word
And daddy put it on the plate
And we just out here
Kickin' it with Bluey
If you know you know it's coolie
I got all the subscriptions
the Sales Reps, pushing pills and stacking cents
The rich get richer, and those family dimes should be spent like this,
To buy a brand-new John Deere,
Fed up with my fucked up fam
Fed up with not havin funds
I'm fed up with my empty bed
Havin friends with empty heads
Havin less than 50 cents
And havin
me, I handle the business when it's time to get it, I zone in
I'm the same way if I'm with fifty niggas who be killin' or I'm by my lonely
I be
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