Lyrics:
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
the faggots in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All y'all niggas is pussy, suck my dick
Ain't nothin' but a handful of man still standin'
I remember 50 in
say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
I make a 187 look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me, nigga, see what I'm about
I gave just a buck-fifty, ask
still get paid, like a pension (yeah)
Fuck nigga (haha) and I ain't even gotta rap
50 gave me like two M's, how I'm 'posed to act? (How I'm 'posed
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so the whole
New York City!
You are now rapping, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it,
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
Niggas built off captions, I don't get it
Niggas act like bitches, I don't get it
I was raised by women & still ain't did it
Ya pussy I know it
Ya rookie I
(yeah)
Thousand beans a day, hit your town with a bowl of pills
With or without the rap game, I got dope for sale
Nigga disrespect the gang, send them
Run up
On my block
And we Gone
Fold Niggas roll
Niggas
Show
Up fifty
Deep
(Fifty deep)
And
We Gone
Show
Niggas
Bobby bitch
I'm On
My Bobby
Shit we
Just
the backseat
50 round up in the trunk
She make it jump like a pogo
Jump from the free throw, I look like the logo
Dickriding niggas be asking for promo
He really
nigga
I pull out this pole you get hit with the fire nigga
Bought a fake ass chain for 50 dollars
Ima sell it on Ebay for 50,000
All it take is five days
Trying to catch my mind fifty blunts Im facing.
cnother nigga died on the southside.
cnother nigga momma crying mouth wide.
cnother nigga looking for some
(this ain't that)
When buying a bag is like you giving her 50 cents, whoa
Real baller, DM and I will call her
Lotta tickets, I should be will-caller
pissy when I was with you
But they don't make a liquor strong enough for me kiss you, nah
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I don't fuck wit' scurry ass niggas
Worth every dollar dat includes da cents
Used to playin da side nigga
So I prolly was in ya bitch
Couple dead niggas in my pockets
You can still smell da
the summer time
Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the grand lux,
Most recent was 50 in Angola, that's what's up,
Any rapper could touched, any
but gettin' big
Half the niggas I run wit' gettin' jig
The other fifty cent balancin' a bid
Oh shit, got this bitch seeded
To God I pleaded
Dobo we fill up the minivan (oh really?)
Let the stick blow like a ceilin' fan
Feelin' like 50 Cent, many man (many man)
Fuck for a hour, no minute
relate
(You what)
Fuck nigga, take me to the safe (On gang)
Diamonds drippin' like they been by the lake
(Bitch)
I don't fuck with these niggas, they fake
trip by the 'jects
Look at me wrong, boy, get you stretched
I'm 'bout that foolishness, VL ruthless, huh (yeah)
Got no feeling for a fuck nigga
more
Mama, I'm a stepper, I can't walk by fate
Every day, I wake up to some brand new hate
Every nigga opps, every nigga want some, it's
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
I am a, two hours of pushin' broom buys
Stackin wylin countin checks
Pop shit mob shit grab da tech
Ruthless
My niggas really do this
Useless
Dont care about yo 2cents
Gang wit me no u
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