Lyrics:
and then get of the street
Y'all remember, you'll never give the money and the dope to me
Cause I won't give a shee to a nigga starvin
So we can fluss
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers light the blockup
Iller than times square
Real shit, you spit it 'cause you seen it
I spit it 'cause I
do me I don't give two fucks I'ma set me free!
I'ma Please me I'ma do me I don't give two fucks I'ma set me free!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck
vocab that's apart
Took her to the movies I don't know if she's the Chosen one
By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun
Like fifty cent you wanna be
& that's what we call 50 shades of pain
When you've been told: "I love you", by someone in vain
You go crazy like Joe & Love, that's called "insane"
I would
gon' get stomped stuntin'
Damn 50
This shit's about to hit the fan 50
Fuck happened to Ja? He got the sickest vendetta
He must think that you
down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains
[Lloyd Banks] + (50 Cent IN CAPS)
These
don't duck, Wednesday, drop 50 on you
So, niggas better chill for shit, get real, and tell everything that we do
Hold up, gang, slide up, it's price for
the gang
Some shit you don't outgrow it
Them numbers to high you grow it
Them numbers to high you take it
How the fuck you thank we made it
Shit move to fast
about when You sing chords
I just wanna go, Rand, seriously
I don't wanna be caught up in Your Music
I don't want to be identified by You
I don't want
we don't
Chill no more and shit
Give me direction, ya know
Saying, "Don't forget what you came from"
And "Make sure you fuck with me when
You back in
Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck
We the same 'cause
I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck
While I attempt
Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck
We the same 'cause
I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck
While I attempt
Dont Give a Fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money, Power, And Respect In This Rap Game
[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
He's straight outta
the Oval Office
Fuck a status only status I give a fuck about is reporting the status of ya dumb slut
Fucked around and given a toe tag and slump stuck in
don't tell me what it is and I never had like to assume
But I guess you don't give a fuck about me so I don't give a fuck about you
Yea you don't give
about how they did me
Yeah
Everybody 'cept for Boosie, 50 Cent and Dave Chapelle
Ain't none of them niggas I helped get 'em Billboard helped me out
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
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
with his head, flat line (blaow)
I don't give a fuck about 'em
Y'all read about 'em
I don't care 'bout no strife nigga
(I don't care 'bout his ass)
You
riding on lolo's
Puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo's
Don't fuck with the dodo's, I sling for dumb hoes
I playing, I ain't got time to joke, joke
You
you get out
Then we duke it out, then it dies down
Then we say, "Fuck it," cry our eyes out
Then I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
Timbaland sounds so good
But I might not be ready i don't know
If I spend a 100 grand on the beat
Then we
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