Lyrics:
thinking oh lordy lordy!
Pushing on the button, panicking for nothing
Pigs on the way, ayyo I smells bacon
Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner
little brother got shot reppin' his avenue
It's time for us to stop and redefine black power
Forty one souls murdered in fifty hours
The paper read
Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in
[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,
to the violence, it's nothin' to me
Fuck 'em - they don't give a fuck about P
If they could kill me, believe me, they would
That's why I set it off, and I get 'em
daughter came home one afternoon
And didn't even stop to play
She said, "Mama, I got a note here
From the Harper Valley P.T.A."
The note said, "Mrs.
[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,
ours
And if y'all bodies was then
Y'all be built for war
And when I say hard body, homie
Not in a physical you either born with it or
Real niggas around
the fuck of it (D-P-G? Dogg Pound!)
Born gangsta keepin' it true
None of y'all can stop me now (Stop that)
'Cause I'm havin' papers now (Yeah? Dogg Pound!
rap songs
And I ain't blaming 50 Cent, I can't blame T.I.P or JEEZY
Them brothers just making plenty paper off their life stories
See me, myself, I try
to the curb, ass whipping?
Believe you me, it was his destiny
For the child to end for fucking with men
P and I got something for all y'all
Who stand tall,
cents no more I ain't fifty niga
She say her pussy sweet I won't survive in that Candy Land
I made her scream my name in triplets call me Candyman
Fuck
"You Know I'm a Hoe"
(feat. Ice Cube)
[Master P (Cube)]
I'm ready
(Ay yo P What's crackin' nigga?)
I'm tryin' to get my roll on Cube.
(So
on the island
(Maybach Music), y'all niggas want trouble?
I run up on that C.O. snap his ass in a bubble
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I
That's why my brain is out of order
Because it takes just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter
And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I
[Master P (Cube)]
I'm ready
(Ay yo P What's crackin' nigga?)
I'm tryin' to get my roll on Cube.
(So where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You
K%NZ?
Put these n****z on something
I know you can smell you the fumes
Thinking got your head rushing
Baddest shawty in the room
Prolly why your man
Hallelujah, K dot'll do ya
Quicker than a porno star
Jump on my dick y'all
And get fucked by the millisecond
Duck when I pull the weapon
From out
away
Ask why i wanna get paid sway
Acting like they Trevor but they Wade
Wait
Bitch you sissy
Go get 50
They wont miss it
Just turn wicked
Fuck the story
clapped for that
If y'all niggas want war
I got the mack for that
Run off with some work
and get your head cracked for that
Nigga if a nickel bag sold in
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
(Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up)
Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than
got a bunch of niggas that shoot it up for with me
I got a bunch of killas watchin out for P
and the game get deep
how can you stop when
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