Lyrics:
your head chopped (Do that)
Ride through my hood and I got the top chopped (What?)
Off, when I ride off (What?)
Smoke gas, cough (Dude)
Bitch give me
critically acclaimed muthaf-cker
Around the World, I’m 1 of 1
There will never be another me
I’m a perfectionist striving for perfection
50 Cent, fuck with me,
myself, this shit been cavin' in
Scrollin' through my call log, by emojis, how I'm savin' 'em
Them heart eyes, that peach one, my old ones but I favorite
Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies
Oh, and when I hit the block I still
gon' say it over, over, again
No man an Island
But my island one man
No man an Island
But my gun to many men
Many, many, many, men
Got shot like 50 cent
We own the hood (For real though)
And we live by it, die by it then ya heard me
I got crib in Florida, and I don't even stay there
Been bought
the Rover
Then I chased the dream, got the cream
Out the hood by any means
Ya, some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can't lie, I
to know
But nigga fuck what you goin' through this 2-0
And by that time I'm 17 if I ain't in that pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin' again
Tryna get 50 cents to me
Stupid I turn into G Unit
Make em beg for mercy
Fuck juice, get a keg I'm thirsty
Walk in the VMA's while your mans rehearsing
I
just keep winnin', by landslides oh and umm
Shady Limited's, in any size yo' denim
To velour, even our clothing line's on fire
As 50 would say "Our
niggas don't get into that
Can't post on my block, meal rinse, how that where they sendin' at? (They killin' it)
Catch me by myself, skinny jeans, forty
everywhere, that's bae (that's bae)
Get yo' ass out the car, you givin' Tre (givin' Tre)
We been spinnin' through they hood all day (all day)
Niggas say they
a group home, ghetto like a pay phone
Jake The Snake I'm low in the hood from em
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Yeah I got a knife for a tough nigga, 9
make 'em stand up
Runnin' around actin' tough but you not, boy
Where the cold bitches looking for the hot boys?
Fifty in the glizzy, I run my city
I
horses but they Bark like a dog It's 35
Leake county hittin Scott Jacktown
Them Boys hot
Rollin' loud, through the hood
35 Bad Boys ridin' good
Leake
the bottle with Don, and I'm back for sure
Actin' a fool, gettin' skully, mixin' henny and mo
With plenty to draw, and we gotta blaze by the door
With too
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
than join the Navy
What yo' broke ass doin' with a hundred babies?
Strap it on please, you're spreadin' S.T.D's
Throughout the hood, you's a walkin'
rollin through your hood
Ridin shotty with the semi
They be rollin on that good
I be poppin on that henny
Ridin tinted in the SR, tu with that hemi
See
Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be false
made it legal (wow)
Higher than an eagle, leanin' like Beanie Sigel (I'm leanin')
Flyer than a pilot, jean jacket by Diesel (phew)
All-gold rocket,
what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it
of the nightlife
He want a wife, he just lookin' for the right type"
Yea right, I be ridin' through the city lights
My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac tint
the choppy flow
The rocks that glow
I'll have your man laid out in a hospital
He wasn't thinking with his
Mind, he wasn't logical, what? Yo!
Woah, 50 Cent, 50
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