Lyrics:
think I ain't got no cents
You only having cause you niggas ain't got no rent
I'm in a bat with L'Sonne and the windows tent
We probably smoking on a bong
ass Baguette in my charm
Get my bags from the farm
I got rolex on both arms
In my hood i am the don
I fuck on shawty every night
Every night i feed her
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
G-Unit, UTP
Hahahaha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP (yeah)
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em, Buck
50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't fuckin' playin'
livin' when yo' talkin' is death
So y'all better start readin' before you start bleedin'
And the odds was against us before we got EVE-n
Niggas in
a bar in there
Even your seeds had a benatar play pen
Your moms is taken, she got shot during number runs
A visa, jeans, buck fifty when a drilla comes
as hot as it was so they say we ain't as worth as much
Ringtone rappers actors dancers trappers they just outworking us
50 Cent working way harder baby
runnin' it up
Like fast, uh try ta play with us we on yo ass
Uh' all you gone see is body bags,
Uh talkin' down up on my name got me lookin' bad
Talkin'
[50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there
Cashville, Tenekee!
Haha..
Get'em Buck!
[G-Unit ~
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
your whole click to make it to the top
In the hood 90% know her booty
When she drunk she don't mind showing her goodies
Her attitude 50Cent, She down for
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
lotta diamonds all on my toaster
I got no drip but I'm still a joker aye
You try to play me like all these other games
I play Super Smash cause I'm really
gunfights under the street lights
I'm used to those
It's dem Boyz N Da Hood, sell anything for profit
Five in the mornin' on the corner clockin'
Yeah we
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 sitting in my cell
And I'm
the hood saying "50's Grimy"
'Cause they hit me with consignment and
Now they can't find me
If you see it how I see it
My watch is yo whip
And I can cop
me like El Chapo
I got a bitch, that bitch call me El Chapo
And they gon' smash you all sides
I know some niggas doing life
And we still playing with
to the
Muthafuckin' bank wit' this, haha
Inside we got razors, outside we got MACs
That's why we act like we
Don't know how to act
Who wanna got chopped? who wanna get
shit slugs gone fly
I'm from the hood called BI
Where them thugs got to survive, like the hills have eyes
We watch them cops ride by
I got my wife
the place to be)
(Andre 3000, shout out to public housin') (cash) (bitch)
(I brought the whole hood with me)
You got red dirt in your Afro
(Young Hov' in
niggas get tried, survivable, nobody liable,
I got caught by 5-0, grandmama came to court wit her bible,
But when the judge hit the gavel, too far from
I'm Rockin My Chain Anywhere
If You Gon' Represent Your Hood, What You Waitin On?
Security Better Back Up, When They Play This Song
And We 'Bout 50
and the elevators ain't never fixed
They got my hood surrounded by the steel black fence
It's that to keep the crime out or keep it trapped in
Liquor stores on every
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