how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 Cents ain't fuckin
of a dead nark Niggas never see the light till it spark Then they bleed, it get cold, then shit get dark You can call me the beast from the east, I run
it The Memphis niggaz is rowdy rowdy Them Shytown niggaz is bout it bout it They'll kill you and act like they don't know shit about it Leave your body
Cent] When I'm down in DC lil' nigga, I tell 'em, I run New York, When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York, When I'm in VA I tell niggaz guess
I can fill ya) Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly Wreck it buy a new one Your crew run run run, your crew run run I know you sick of this, name
blow! Set it off ? explode! Set it off ? explode! [Chorus] [Wish Bone:] I'm a treat it like a race and I gotta win it! Ahead of you bums with the Bone
, These Niggas Finna Snap, Spit It For Niggas That Bit It, Then Give Them The Buisness They Gonna Feel It When We Jack And Be Quick With It, Be Crack Hit It
I will - cause I'm a hustler, hustler High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine Even if it mean murder, gettin caught, fuck it let me fry Know it's hectic, niggaz
my fuckin' style That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town Arrest me on the rebound It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the
make it swollen Cuz if I had me some weed you know I'd smoke it with you Come come get with a me, me and my niggas blunts be rollin' Budsmokers Only,
the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences, Rippin' up the trench and, I'm bailing while they trailing Better in hell than in the cell And it ain't no
m the bomb bitch, ecstasy pop it And then I'm rollin' like Otto Rocket I got it, no hold up I got it I'm at the summit bitch, you'll never top it I'm
waist We gon' get it off they pop like we get it down in Dade Aye [Chorus:] Bitch I'm from Dade County Bitch I'm from Dade County Bitch I'm from
been hit wit the sharp part'a the hammer Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta I shoot to kill like I'm hollerin' "Die Santa!" Miss the tree and hit
R's And Mini Fourteens I'm Cashis, The Last Of The Real, With A Strap On Pro-Sac, D's And E-Pills, It's A Rap Get The Block On Tip, Two For Tens Of
Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids? [Dr. Dre] Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it! (You're right!) Not over this shit (
it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin to strip [Em] If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothin to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothin
] [Royce] Yo if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin to strip [Em] If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothin to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms