money now, I ain't hurt nigga You want a verse, I get mad, not work with you If you got street money, then the price different You in the major league, you know you
I show mine I know you gon' respect it, I know you gon' let me shine I know you ain't gon' step, I know you know I tote iron Quick to bust, and I know you
me to a bukah you'll get capped Its like that I won't mine just like you want yurn I gotta get my shine on cuz I feel like its my turn Fuck a bitch My
thinking bout you day & night With out you on my all night flight it don't get right but you know One thing I been keepin it real, you lil one is like mine ain't go
my grill Niggas gone get holes in they head if they don't keep it real My mama cryin' cuz she think I'ma get my head bust But I tell her growin' up with
split If you die, you die Take it ten for one, wave bye-bye wave bye-bye You done took mine, I'ma take yearn This is what'cha earn, chopper bullets burn
til eternity I'ma struggle and strive drink some wine Doin bad thas fine I got my hand on my nine You bests believe I'm goin to get mine You can take
No witnesses You cant get on the stand and say you saw nothin bout nothin Keep it shut or you dead If you cant hush, open your mouth and you'll get ten in your head
to my last brat I let my nuts hang, I'm bout money and the power Thinkin again 'cause my plan went sour That's cold, man that's cold My plan went sour
' nigga that will down you Let off fifty rounds at you and If you fake I don't want to be no where around you I'ma Head Buster, Tru Hustler, a real nigga
All On U, If you got beef, would you freeze, ha nigga? Grab the ass kicker and hit the enemy block nigga? If you got beef would you squash it and eat
I ride Lexus land wit the TV playin Gettin head, shake a Fed with a phone in my hand See a playa 'gon shine, what you see, it's mines Rolexes, went to
like the end You're back out on the street snd you're trying to remember How do you start it over? You don't know if you can. You don't care much for
rich Mu'f***ers gettin with my bread Then I'm 'gon load my s*** then count my s*** N**** trip I'll go for your head [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'll have your
: [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
you Cause their be some honies gonna hate you that never saw you Come here let my touch on you I let you touch on me Put my tounge on you you put your
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold I had the whole
good to you) And I'll be good to you I'll treat you how you need to be treated (You got to be good to me) You got to be all I need you to be baby (I'