Lyrics:
game nigga
Hope ya bulletproof
Fat fuck lame nigga
Know who I'm talkin' to
Glad ya man did
You 'bout to get it too
Rest with your fam man
This
and stab me in the back
Who you think you is?
What typa affect you think you give
Been analyzing me bit by bit
You dead weight that I won't lift
Whoo
Who you
Ayo
You know who the fuck this is, it's 50 Cent
I'm hangin' with my man Lloyd Banks, my nigga Tony Yayo
It's comin', we comin', nigga
All this
Who you know
I don't got no friends
I'm like a guage on the shelf
I stay in my room and
Play games by myself
At call of duty
You don't stand a chance
A serious outstandin' never end it clever in the rhyme
Break down your shit, wherever you come
There's no one who can fuck with Ason
I paralyze you make
starving we was bunkin feins
I had a pocket full of stones i was like 13
Attach the 50 on the AR just to clear the scene
One day you here next day you gone
a bro to give you a pop?[00:23.52]Jesus[00:25.43]Who set you free, set you free, unlocked[00:28.61]Jesus[00:30.52]Getting out with that assassins creed
(nah)
Guess it just comes with being southern
Me versus the world, I ain't ever been outnumbered
And I ain't quite hear you homie, speak up what you
you
who I am, strapped with E-Double my man
Back in Business once again, plus we backed by Def Jam
This is the funk (huh) comin out
as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, I set up shop
made me rich
You lookin' at who made me rich
I have some wins, some losses
Just a life of a god damn boss's
With the top off, lookin' for a girl with
gotta keep it p , bitch, you know I gotta catch plays[00:50.54]And I can't fuck with these niggas, then you know they hatin'[00:53.36]And you know these
Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type,
who'd have thought they was frontin?"
Talkin +Loud+ like you in RCA, get carted away
with body parts and treys, what
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
B, i to the double t, e, r to the e, i, n, d, e, r
Now that you know just who we are get your hands up, lekker deurmekaar
B, i to the double t, e, r
to dig six feet
Plus you ain't really that big b
It takes two weeks for your skinny *ss
To decompose in the dirt b
Ain't got nothing on me
No fifty cent
on my shoulders...
Constantly on one end ... They can't respond or try post it
.
By a rep do the freaks... Still round em up like they post ta...
They
some young niggas in my city,
Don't got one cent ride with the fifty
It's some young niggas in my city,
Get all the hundreds and get all the fifties
Get
check it)
And if you don't know, now you know (uh, come on)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you
check it)
And if you don't know, now you know (uh, come on)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you
Yo yo
I need no introduction everybody
Heard of 50 Cent and heard of G-Unit
I'm not high tech and I'm not qualy
You see me in the club
You
Pari
That's my dream, but it's one I'll never have
100 bands in my hands, killa cam, only fans
Like I'm 50, spelling out broke with cents
When I'm 50
the glow Macaulay Culkin
Now I rep a gang, that play no games, they'll leave you stained
You want no problems, we be wildn' when we mobbin' nigga, yeah
The word play we display
Can only convey the vibe when they DJ
Colonial rep but far from the empecee
Feel sorry for those who by stand innocently
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