broke but I still want more Ya ain't gettin' nothing pimpin if ya ain't gettin' dough Ya got a bitch and ya wonder why she ain't gettin' low But she freakin' with four
you see me nigga Young Buck You mothafuckas' should be happy 50 stopped me from buyin' guns bitch! Back home on that same old shit The same four five
for them to be proud of me but less than 50 words were spoken. The last four were "We have no son". Some wounds never heal and mine had scarred me for
to be proud of me but less than 50 words were spoken. The last four were "We have no son." Some wounds never heal and mine had scarred me for life.
york ridin' on hundred spokes touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me, I'll give it to you just how you like it girl your now rockin with the best four
never be broke. For every nigga that talk to ya you should charge 'em a fee, and then give 50 percent of that money to me, and for that small percentage
you not Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova They tell me see
bitch man! (Let me hear it!) Want me to drop the drama kid? (Yeah!) [beat starts] [Intro 2:] Yeah, dedicatin this to you man Cause my man 50 Gran' told me
lookin for claude, nobody hollin at me got me feelin like an outlaw, had a case against a brother but I broke it apart, no weapon formed against me share
[Skinny DeVille] I broke a dollar down the gutter (?) the dime, quarter, penny, nickel Flipped the 25 to 50 cent, now watch the bitch triple Game simple
kids they couldn't fake it no more. [? ] in the streets I had to take me a course. Not only made me a man, it made me a boss. The world chico, maybe
with me No commands we spray, give a fuck who we hittin Bustin my hand I pay em about 160 Hollow tips, four fifth with the rupper grips Crips and Bloods they show me
crook, I done took paychecks and fled three things I hate: HOES, rednecks and feds had this one beeeetch...she told me "It's a hundred to hunch and $50
out the town You thought I was a hog but wait 'til I clown now Basharini believe me Still servin' three for the 50 And I wish a motherfucker would try and get wit me
Miles of Runnin'... "Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run." "FBI sources tell us that the four are headed" "100 miles to their homebase, Compton." [Eazy E] Lend me
in half [Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}] Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy Make makin' millions look easy Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me Believe me