, you know they on deck Yo, what's up with they men, though? Come on, men squares, man Can't no square keep no woman Right I guess they just wanna find
(But the record says the yellow niggas gettin' loose) Yo Ice, break it down like this Yeah nigga Yo P, cut that shit up properly Now, I never seen a MC cut shit up
the game I got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer The phat hummer Trying to find a sister with a
And I'm a house of cards You're the kind of reckless that should send me running But I kinda know that I won't get far And you stood there in front
Woke up to the sound of my alarm Half an hour late Fell out of bed, I put my t-shirt on It's got an orange stain I lost my keys, I lost my head I wish
club pack front to the back up in this bitch Got on my louie checkers grey and black up in this bitch diamonds on my neck, diamonds, diamonds on my neck bitch niggers front
was trickin', get out ho, get out ho [50 Cent - Verse 1] I smile when that money come, stunt when that money come N-ggas front when that money come,
need to feel a buzz I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed When I pull up out front, you see
truck, I try my luck and catch up, but it's always out of luck Faster and faster I ran You sped up and then Just as I thought I've caught up I'm chasing
never lasts And we've got to find other ways To make it alone Or keep a straight face And i've always lived like this Keeping a comfortable, distance And up
of leaves gucci mane fuck up the sound dead drunk like my uncle touch my brother dood n i'll cock and shoot or cut your throat gucci mane fuck up the
brake thermometer,my cash goes 3 kilometer's in front of you is a conqueror,please dont sit on my furniture my niggas stand right beside me,but your niggas up
pon di hill Yo, when I was small and growin' up If we cook than fall is showin' up Paul left town since Dennis blown up Now him have Benz and nah memba
chicks out here But I know what you are, what you are, baby Look at you gettin' more than just a re-up Baby, you got all the puppets with their strings up
Then squirt the Larkin Put your hands up, matter fact put your mans up Put your medina's and your lambs up, your grams up Talkin bout buckin each other
I am of no relation No matter who's buying, I'm a celebration Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just
, maybe, how it is Seems to me, it's as simple as this No matter, where you go, you're going to find You won't see me in front But you can't leave me
slippin', is a cat drippin' Why I say that? the cat's slippin', the Mac's spittin' The cat drippin', look in the mirror your's a fat kitten pussy All I wanted growing up