Lyrics:
about a dolla ya you know I got bucks wit me
Used to window shop up at the mall wit cents 50
But Now I stunt hard have the whole hood fuck wit me
Like
two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent
I bent the corner
I don’t want beef, ain’t tryna see drama
Walk around with heat, I don’t wanna squeeze llamas
Just wanna practice safe sex with latex
Get on my rap
it home (that did not make it home, gang)
Traumatized by the block, I gotta think a lot (yeah)
Thug stimulate your mind, I'm on some ventin' shit
feening for sex
can't read her thoughts now im feelin dyslex
can't read her thoughts I'm feeling dyslexic
Had to go hundred and fifty to make it out here
Obsessed, she's a mess
But she's one of god's best
Invigorated with self hate
Banging inside her chest
Drowning in her emotions
Triggered by
Working nine to five for that check
Shawty use her mind and spine and her neck
Never thought I punch a clock work a lot for a little ass check that I
the loudest
The way I structure shit
I'm 50 cent off power
young niggas about to spend
They know I throw loco when it's about my Benjamin
Feelin' just like 50 Cent, hated by so many men
Woke up like a bank
to dress , couldn’t sag my regular pants
And gotta kiss they ass if you tryna get a 50 cent advance
And unlike 50 cent, I’m not of many men
Sell shares
to two fifty cads roll these
What's on my mind is the teacher in the classroom
She said no pass, I asked to use the bathroom
I pulled my dick out then I
to the K.I.M
Fifth grade bumping 50 Cent an Em
Six shots to the face 50 quite the man
8-Mile was my only inspiration then
Helped me conquere all my fears
Know
in my rhymes fighting for yo' spirit and you mind!
So what it be like my brother be catching gangrene
The water be brown in the morning in my sink
about time, Captain, by now we must be 52 billion miles off course. They?re traveling faster than lightning.
KWIRK
Lt. Eubangdere, where are
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
it
Lookin' like I just bit the apple off
My momma died
I lost my mind and couldn't cope with it
And niggas kept on pokin' at my open shit
So I sold
fifty cents you got fifty cents left
Roll next door play a little three on three down the park
You remember
Back in the day, I'm waking up I brush my
It's Vinnie paz daddy! Jedi mind tricks!
My man Stoupe holdin' it down
It's the real raw shit
The hardcore shit, kna-am sayin'?
Yeah
Friday
with my thug
You might want ghetto love
But I just can't get enough - 2x
What you want, I want my ba-by
What you want, I want my thug boy
What you need,
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto.
Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting
50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
like fifty cent
I'm on Mob time
That's grind time, you gone pay the rent
Yea
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I should not fear no
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