Lyrics:
when it comes
Play, "Love Me Or Leave Me" by the great Bud Powell
Play, "The Blood-stained Banner" play, "Murder Most Foul"
bitch had the gumption to Pull it
These bullets in this Smith & Wesson will be with me longer Than any bitch will ever be
Let it be known I ain't gone
the back of the srt challenger
In the field heard money just came in
Slid through high, on the comedown
Slide making noise niggas ducking drum sounds
Grab
we, I'm bigger than life (one hunnid)
Uh, the city love me every night
And you're waving to the fans it ain't hard to decide
She know we fly, she
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
Geoffrey
Not Prince or Will Smith, but I know I'm the freshest
I'm on the grind like I'm Tony (hawk)
I got my mind on my money (the gwalla)
No apple, but
Everybody loves a pimp
When ya pimpish ya pimpin
Everybody loves a pimp
When ya pimpish ya pimpin
Slim ain't wit gettin' drama wit chicks so when my boo turn
of Carlos Davis Lord
I can't love shit
Thats the fullest extent thats giving
I'm above this deception I know they intentions
With sworrrds made by Smith N
when they see me walking by
Beautiful women coming up saying hi
I know that I'm him
They say chances slim
But you can catch me floating way above the rim
to the grim
But when you winning they get shady, so my circle slim
Know they get shady now my circle slim and I just be floating buckets in the rim
Y'all just
my words i hope that I'll be compensated tenfold
But you know that by the crackers all the money is controlled
So I'm hoping that they fucking with
Gang
Yeah
Ima rockstar
I got my guitar
Real niggas only
Chase the money with my brodies
I been thuggin by my lonely
Went to four no sleep Im kobe
Satan, I'm laying in the dark
With the Mossberg, waiting, letting off first basing
Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
Deuce high when he cruise by
Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't
Loved by the baddest so I can't complain
Her ass the fattest, she ain't had to pay
All natural and so pretty the face
Yeah she a queen and slim be
nigga getting money and I stay lowkey
Oh you wanna be a baller
Posted up inside the club throwing dollars
All you see is bad bitches on the roster
Slim
I'm goin' too hard they letting me win they know that I'm catching a dub again
I gave some dick to my ex now shawty lookin' like she falling in love
been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little
ain't got no dirt on me
Gotta play it by my rules, so I swerve on him
Got my cash money, you can ask Bird or Slim
Took him to my Paradise, so ribbon my
need you
But no one wants to touch you
No one truly loves you
Until you love you
Time
The only thing money just can't buy
And I just want a little
a blessing
I failed a lot but I'm learning my lesson
In love with the money I must confess
My pain in the mirror I must reflect
Yeah, My spirit is bright gotta
see them agents can't hold me
E and Slim on the track, we like Shaq and Kobe
Alley-oop out the Coupe, and my troops gon' march
From the south
them agents can't hold me
E and Slim on the track, we like Shaq and Kobe
Alley-oop out the Coupe, and my troops gon march
From the South
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