Lyrics:
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
fifty cent, in a bad predicament
The gon' bust your head by them dead green presidents
Wipin' down the evidence, shooters at my residence
All this
the hood)
So whatever ever happen, I'm with it
P-O-E 'til I D-IE, I got P-IE's
For the low, come and see that cheese
You might be the police so
I don't give
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
Red light mama looking for a ride
There's fire in your loins but you're cold inside
Quiet to the world, that your nights are free
At 50 cents a time
That's what happen in the hood
It's a lot of real niggas
Bitch you know it's steal and snitch
In each and every fucking hood
I would never cross my niggas
(Swirv)
(This is a Melo beat)
Huh, wait
Yeah
Soo, soo (woo), woo (ha)
Woo (grrt)
Woo, skrrt (baow)
Woo (baow), woo
Light it up for a fifty
like it's legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get
It if we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Big
making up words so you can understandable, it's tragical
Thinkin' some magical shit's gonna happen, that ain't practical
You crackin' a joke, it's
harmonizing "doo,doo,doo"*]
*beat stops
[Lloyd Banks]
What the fuck happen to the rest of the beat man?
(50 Cent laughing)
brown, stick around"
"But as you black, oh brother, get back get back get back"
Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what it meant
They was
to hear some grown folks music, I'm not knocking hip-hop, it's cool
It's just that in our case there's a time and place for 50 cent and Ja-Rule
Verse :
the pain
Having no money come my way
But now I'm making money even when I sleep
Eyes wide awake, but I really need a dream
We hustle, hustle
I go by Weezy,
B-I bitch'll do it to death
If I come in with half bet I leave with the rest, OK
You might be cool getting fifty percent
And I'm like fuck you doing
loudly he does bawl!
Next comes the stowing down, my boys; 'twill take both night and day,
And you'll all have fifty cents apiece on the hundred
99 cents
Bag it, poppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passing up on those moccasins someone else has been walking in
Bummy
Baby gotta eat (gotta eat)
Yeah (yeah)
Off the top (off the top)
Slick patna (slick patna)
Know about it (know about it)
Jump back (jump back)
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
will it stop
Jay and Dame ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm
making up words so you can understandable, it's tragical
Thinkin' some magical sh-'s gonna happen, that ain't practical
You crackin' a joke, it's
through your windows or your door
Grab it by the tail
Yucca man
Yucca man
If I had a dollar--cut it in two--give you fifty cents
But the rock will
you Make It To See 21
[50 Cent:]
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give
read
Speaking my name to try to confuse me
Say it again you're starting to lose me
That's alright, I'm okay
It happens every single day
It's
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