seventeen shot glock B.G. a raising star, pass me the guard I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take this shit far leave yo block hot like tar, four
'm in a private jet, but before the deal Hoes was like, "He's all right, but he's not I'll! " [Chorus: 50 Cent] You might see me yawnin, four in the
page Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage The ice and the Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethin? So I gotta keep the four fifth with
: [Chorus: 50 Cent] My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy Can run for your life on the stick up out the window My buddy, my buddy
set These industry niggas know they better pay me my check I get a kick outta seeing these broke ass rappers Ten people showed up that?s why your show got cancelled 50
If you get caught in the crossfire they have to throw you off the block I get 'dro by the pickle jar These broke niggas wanna get the star So I don't keep the four
through MAMA BITCHIN in and out the kitchen With probable causeS, PAPA WAS IN AND out OF prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours We got more four
2x This aint serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga? [50
bizzy [Chorus - repeat 2X] [50 Cent] Yeah I gave Just a buck-fifty, ask him if I cut niggaz Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked niggaz In four
her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks Hahahaha, 50 sing the hook [Chorus: 50 Cent
OG's who grow old tea Some OD in doorways, out in cold for four days It's like that all day We gat rollin 60's, for over 50's Triple-oh's in the windy
, nigga [King Gordy] I'm in a crack house sweatin with my side of the door nailed to the floor As I pull my four four The cops ain't gettin in Got crack
the intent to kill And end your existance, M-E-T Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D Verse Four: Redman I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust
homeless But other than that I'm a Bentley consumer I get pain, yo' I cry like you I get sick, I could die like you I used to hate my broke days
me for 50? Bling bling, now I belong to a Japanese And they was quick to throw me in the magazines I make money (huh?) I never broke down, fools trippin
applause for it. Peace treaty for like a week if chief and them call for it. 100 and 50 deep and the streets saying ya'll broke it. But what started that
break you off 'Til your love come down on them walls I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin' I bet I'll get you open I'll leave your headboard broken