Lyrics:
the game, finest in the game Add one to where I’m from
And you got the Devil in your mouth
6
Like the burger man I’m in and out
My flow revin’ up
Like we
where's the evidence?
You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship
You need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stink
Take fifty cents
& Found cause you crossed your bound nigga +Hide+ and go get it
Finally the dudes be lame
His name booted out of the games, hang by the dooky chains
Erase
richer the Richie quickly
Niggas wanna hit me if they get me dress my body in linen by Armani
Check it, my lyrical carjack make your brun' splat
High
change nigga, cent by cent
Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
It's true holmes
Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone,
gone that's regardless
Drive-by, niggas bow down
Thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First
your eyes and look
Everyday a young nigga is took
Off the face of the streets by a police
It's like they gotta a nigga chained on a short leash
You can't
50 Cent and y'all ain't worth a fucking nickel
You know that the music slaps, please stop being fucking fickle
Always make a splash, y'all boys can't
greener wherever water is
That's why it's raining in the club where your daughter is
They be like, RARRI, you the richest out your father's kids
It's 30
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state
dance, you praise them
50 cent, Eminem, they are god damn
I wanna be like them, feeling zen
Bozo bitches aint got the right cards in their hand
Trust me,
You never knew a plug, plug, plug
A plug like this sophisticated gangsta
Watch me thug like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club like this
Seven zeros,
Girl I don't want your drugs
I've been up
For two whole days
I swear
Why you always
Trying to get high
Then you say you sliding by
Baby stay right
finesse da game
Tryna move on a different level and jus stay in my lane
See life book this chapter one I’m skipping through the page
Nah let’s elaborate
I’m
seem familiar
Bet D gonna make It big like my name is Dilla
In this game with no consignment like a perfect dealer
The game is sold, you gotta pay me
that
Whatever you do you're clutch
Just believe you are like that
Always be humble
But it's okay to talk a little shit
Don't do it too much
Like 50 cent
Kobe I ain't passing no ball
And 1 nigga I ball
Every time I shoot I swish
Don't ever try & play me bitch
Niggas tried to play the game
With only 50 cent
Yeah boom, boom
Free Wall boom
Dissing my brothers they think it's a game
(Hah)
This shit gotta stop, mention Lil' Bibbs
Got 4 K's 2 or 3 Glocks
as hot as it was so they say we ain't as worth as much
Ringtone rappers actors dancers trappers they just outworking us
50 Cent working way harder baby
22nd and Love Grove
As a kid that used to be my home
I used to stay up in the liquor store
Top ramen honey buns 50cent sodas
And all i ever wanted
family or any friends
If Many Men wish death upon 50 Cent
How many people wanna kill you for a dollar then
Hollerin' loud with mids up in the splee
Slide
feel it's green
Then I go suit up by myself
An handle business
Ion need a bunch of niggas Riding
I'm one deep on them missions
It ain't my fault you had
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
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