Lyrics:
Smokin' yo' a**; put two through the pillow
Hear my s*** through windows
Manic depressive, and my head hurts
Soon as the dead thirst, I'll wet him first
shooters come round
With the talons and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down
(Nigga I say dead, you dead)
You should be dead by now
Smile but
leaving,
He'll watch you go
cnd he'll see that
You're so hollow
So take him
cnd let him know
That it's better
To let him go
He'll be wondering,
“Why are you
is my balls and my word
And I don't break them for no reason
Sauce it up
Came through with the 50s, he boutta duck
My niggas be with it, they don't
him
(remind him)
Do a drive-by when I say, Simon (say so)
Send him to kill ya, that’s a assignment
(go get him)
Set this shit on fire, change
niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy
Drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin'
We don't give a fuck
Smokin' yo' ass, put two through the pillow
Hear my shit through windows
Manic depressive, and my head hurts
Soon as the dead thirst, I'll wet him first
a check
Balmain my britches while I throw up my set
Dab on a nigga, tell him, "No disrespect"
And a nigga still havin' by the chains on my neck
Flippa
mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 3]
I love 50 Cent, that's my dad
But even my mom talk about him bad
She says since he blew up,
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
I'm Caddillac'n Through The Hood, Sittin' On 24's
T.V's Playin, Rim's Spinin, Blowin' Plenty Dro
on
50 back on that shit, 50 finger to flip
[Tony Yayo/(50 Cent)]
They dont do it like this, concentrate on the wrists
I got see-thru rocks
Gunshots 50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath
The Dream team
We gotta get the get well cards
Niggas is sick feel this gunshots
Motion picture shit hahaha!
Now
I'm praying for god's mercy
I feel like I'm 50 cent
I tried to give back to the hood, even though bro guilty
I paid for his bail like it's innocent
I
have but fifty cents
I was in Jackson wuppin' with the wimen an men
Hoo-well
Down in Jackson wuppin' with the wimen an men
Well-well, then I betted
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
She ain't even fuckin me
I cant stand this shit
I just wanna live comfortably
Called my homie Lou
Told him what it do
I'm tryna by a pack man
What's it
war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger
Hold the iron horizontally and send shots through ya
Few niggaz tried to merk him, most them got found
or poor, hollows
Still go through your door, this is war
You scared of me, you not prepared for me
The kid is back
50 Cent, I know you like that
(yeah, I
off fifty
Watch his head jump through the glass
That four-five toss that bitch jay
Cause if he catch you that's your ass
Park the car I'm hopping out
[Tony Yayo]
New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon
[HOOK: 50 Cent]
Bump Dat
Niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it
Pull up wit a semi auto (Semi auto, semi auto)
He talking that shit till I (Pull up with a semi auto)
He a dead one if I let him eat a fucking hollow
hollows still go through your door, this is raw
You scared of me, you not prepared for me, the kid is back
50 Cent.. I know you like that
Yeah I know
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