Lyrics:
[50 Cent]
Yeah nigga! Ha ha
Let's go nigga, this is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald
Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You PUSSY Nigga!)
Tupac wear
to grin
Slobbered on his shirt, his eyes got dim
He said "You got fifty-nine cents?"
I said "Yeah, I got a dollar, but don't be a smartalec
I ain't
Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo
Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo
We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce
Fourteen years
will tell yo ass where its at
Backseat full of bitches
You can say a nigga riding with that Mac
Oh, life still krazy
New born baby
Niggas I don't
The Conspiracy
'Cause we ain't gonna never stop
You just keep wasting your energy on us
You should find something to do with your time, time
And quit fucking
back, no tense
You got a bag of grub it cost you about fifty cents
No fear, no fuckin' feats
Malt liquor tastes much better on the streets
Crusting,
Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
éses that'll kill you at your job
I got some looters by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure shit official
Big Whos and Day
will tell yo ass where its at
Backseat full of bitches
You can say a nigga riding with that Mac
Oh, life still krazy
New born baby
Niggas I don't
when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see
Devil 'round the corner
[50 Cent
getting bitches and they come in by the two
Only nigga in here asking questions, see only real question, nigga who is you
I ain't worried 'bout it, now
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
The Conspiracy
'Cause we ain't gonna never stop
You just keep wasting your energy on us
You should find something to do with your time, time
And quit fucking
in it
In fifty-something years, I won't be here
There'll be a kid with some headphones covering his ears
Walking 'round a hallway, dreaming of ideas
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
With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets
I'm a full time hustler, part-time rhymer
I'm having thangs Pha-real [Pharrell] You punks
a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
brought the bank with me
They should've told you I keep that molly on me
They should've told you I got that stick with me
You the one who duckin' from
worth it, to go raw deal
A man's gonna do what a man's gonna do
He got butt-naked and stuck the power you
Twenty minutes went by, my man went out,
me how, to live with all this cash
A black robe for my queen
Guns and crack for my team
Wit a map of fifty states
That's flooded wit fiends
It says
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
pull up in something stupid with the tint at 5 percent
While i'm bumping 50 Cent
And speaking of a percentage
Man, I need my shit with interest
I'm
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