Lyrics:
I'm gonna... I'm gonna find you.
[50 cent]
It's the first of the month
Hahahaha
It's the first of the motherfuckin' month nigga
OOOHHH!
It's a fuckin'
told 'em my Mustang was not for sale
But they still tried me like
My name was John Wick (I told 'em)
These niggas don't know who they fuckin' with
(John
If I jack you I don't want half I want all
Stand tall for mine
Nuts hang I'm real
My skills outstandin'
Kill or be killed
Niggas out to give me
grace
Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face
Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em
I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano
face with a Mach razor
Then walk away from her cause
I'm a heart breaker
This ain't an arcade or a game at all
Crossing me on an off day is like
Tossing
If you ain't a real nigga, get the fuck away from me
In other words, go long (bitch nigga, go long)
If you ain't a real nigga, get the fuck away
kill)
Niggas you better know that
You need a girl that's gonna get high with you
Lie with you, cry with you, ride with you, die with you
All that type
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
be broke then
Get my ass fucked
I started off with 50 cent, I ain't lying
But I'mma get rich or die tryin'
Like a half buck
Yo my bars so raw, it could
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
Game gggggggg Unit!
See I'm a city boy man I ain't from the South
50 Cent man ya'll niggas ya'll
Know what I'm
felt like Common Sense
Promise I did more for my niggas than them Obamas did
Late-night stepping like Thriller you niggas dead to me
Tagging 7th
me a day
Every since a youngin' niggas always told me nigga watch where you play
Niggas gon snitch, niggas gon switch almost everyday
Dark in these
swear, word to Will
But I'ma chill, rhymes'll kill
Niggas know the style when I freak the profile
Asiatic Child, yo
Grand Wizard on the side of me
Get
Lord please forgive me__. Why niggas temp' n me
They out here touttin guns__ when they clips are empty
I'm here to kill these niggas in the game like
a nigga balls fall inside of her jaws
While her drawers fall or
Like a nightstand in the earthquake caused
By the backstroke, dog style, all wild
Kill
try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between
we move to a rhythm
50 holla get em' Buck, you know I'm gonna get em'
I know you gonna let me shine and get mine
I know you gonna let me in with
bleed
From chest to his knees
Neverland
(Intro)
Blame it on God
Blaming your bitch
Blame it on Ke ke
Blame it on sis
Pay me a fee
Pay me cents
Pay me
the truth
Damn they'll speak about you
When a nigga talk real
You won't even know how it feel
How you gon' tell me what it is
When a nigga say Gotti
All that
the building (Amen)
A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
I'm finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say
straps
I got some niggas with me that's gone kill everything in the way no capping Them facts
I brung that cat through the hood
Had em them turning
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I pit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
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