new york city…
you are now rockin with 50 cent.
are you ready?
i said are you ready?
see you wit me n*gg*?
paid for a hooptie but i wanted a drop
i’m not that n*gg* in your video
i’m not a trick i don’t love the hoes
and n*gg*z know, i be on the low
but i miss my dawg
and i twist my drawer
i’m not that n*gg* that you think you know
i walk around with a big fo-fo
you front on me i’m gone get at your dawg
i be at rite are your crib, right at your door
what up 50?
coming up i ain’t have much, but i wanted alot
i had paper for a hoopty but i wanted a drop
so you know, i had make somthing outta nothin
like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumpin
im so hard at nine-teen i bought a benz, i did.
the older n*gg*z really wasn’t feelin the kid
try to find where i live so they could run in my crib
but you can’t hustle a hustler i peeped it and slid
back then, n*gg*z used to call me bo
at six months i told them “million go tops on gar-bo”
country came around, hes into clappin
country left, same sh*t started happening
like “he shot rob for some ends, rob shot joe for some skins,
cory shot drew and we was friends, money turned boys into men
the cycle never changes, sh*t just starts again.
“naw n*gg*, ain’t nuthin changed n*gg*,
yea i’ve been gone for a minute, but i’m back!”
(d*mn 50 it’s good to see you back in the hood)
you see my cherry red sl n*gg* i’m doin good
sometimes i can’t find the words to say how i feel
so, i take a quote from menace “look at the wheels!”
i’m addicted to stuntin, now that i’m holdin something,
i got a trunk full of guns from va to?
(oh will you let me hold something?)
n*gg* you high or something? i don’t play games i’m
bout my money n*gg* buy something!
i got a few 5ths, i got a few 9’s,
here n*gg* take one…
“yea, don’t ever say i don’t do nothing for you n*gg*,
you kno don’t say i didn’t look out for you. knowhatimean?
but make sure n*gg* that you go catch some jokes
when you come back you gonna have my paper for that thang thang knowhati’msayin?
i don’t want it back, don’t try to use it then give it back to me
cuz i ya’ll n*gg*z now, runnin around sayin
“50 getting all this rap money and he won’t help us” ha ha…
sit tight n*gg* i’m comin! you know? new sh*t!
all the sh*t i put out on the mix tapes is for the mix tapes
i got a million…
oh my god! my sh*t is so hot right now i’m in the zone
new york city…
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