Lyrics:
dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game
And tell ya
ass, with four screens
Like Dobo we fill up the minivan (oh, really?)
Let the stick blow like a ceilin' fan
Feelin' like 50 Cent, many man (many man)
Love is gonna sneak right up and snuff you from behind
So I want you to check the story out
As we go down the line
(Let us move on)
Money's
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
Yeah…
This is how we do it right here…
Feel this…
Do the dash, how long it’s gonna last?
Peddle do the dash, when the Cops up on my ass
Shotgun got
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
nigga, hit 'em up (hit 'em up)
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We thirty deep, lil' nigga, we ain't fightin' fair
You better holla at your partners
family up in this motherfucker
Loyal to everything that we do
You ain't never gonna' catch none of us slippin' by ourself
'Cause we always together
You
What did they do to you man?
They fucked me up man
They threw me on the ground and stomped me
Ain't no bad shit
We gon' stop that shit now man
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
bought a Draco for my shooter (21, 21)
MAC 11 smoke yo' baby daddy like some hookah (ya dig)
We got Glocks, Ks, TECs, nigga and bazookas (straight up
maybe
Got bit by a rat now I have rabies
You a stupid ass bitch you sound like all the katies
When I fuck yo bitch she say l o l
Im just like yeat when I
…time to play around, what is this? (humming
Singing) 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
Gather all my thoughts
All the bullshit I experienced is
Coming out right now
Hit the scene got a whole lot of hate for it
Now I'm popping like I'm going out of state for it
Life a bitch couldn't giving her 2 cent
And now my
bird on me
Nothin' to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific
Money, money, money
Man that shit comin' in digit's
I got 50 cents on me
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
dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game
And tell ya
shit we just gon'
Keep going, and matter fact this hoe ass nigga 50 Cent
Bitch you ain't nothing but two quarters nigga
We made change out of your
chrome put holes in me, fuck that nigga
If you do hit me up and I get another chance nigga
That's dat ass nigga, and you could trust that nigga
I put it
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
cause we don't believe in goin' head up
On a sweet lick for 100's, 50's, and dubs, trigger finger itchy with snubs
Hit me wit love, black gloves, red
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
",
When I'm hangin' out the window wit that AK filling ya punk ass wit holes
[50 Cent]
Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana,
I'm new on that greyhound
50 50 y'all flipping pennies, i'm flippin yen
50 50 I turn them Grant's into Benjamins
50 50 make yo choice, yo time is limited
Automatic, point
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