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50 Cent( Curtis James Jackson III )
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50 Cent & Mobb Deep This money done got a nigga like me in trouble I made it niggaz hated, leave me dead, they beloved to Mommy, before I walked up out that door, I should've hugged you Who's my real friends, seems I'm living in a bubble
For crying like a bitch, nigga, get your fucking firearm Got me blowing hollow tips right at your Teflon Nigga, stick and move if you ain't getting stepped on No heat? That's like a cop without his vest on
We bugging, constantly thugging, we ain't showing no loving Ice griller than slugging face the repercussion Niggaz stomach is touching, it's real, not for nothing Keep faking and fronting, you know it's gonna be something
They say you live and you learn, niggaz never will learn Burn heavily burn when streets and music merge Niggaz coming at me sideways Nigga, get your hammer and let's do this the right way, for real
You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared get it, dog, you gully get a gun) You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared get it, dog, you gully get a gun) You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared get it, dog, you gully get a gun) You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared get it, dog, you gully get a gun)
If you scared, nigga, get a gun, don't go get a dog Got a 44 long to put your ass in a morgue You peace talk with your pistol, I send niggaz to get you Ten grand to hit you, the shells are sure to split you
You chrome spot, drop gun in the stash box Get your bitch ass shot, standing around here The flow so hot, they say I got it locked Hold on a second, homey, let's get this clear
The wrist stay rocked, the Ruger stay cocked I hope you smoke a lot 'cuz I supply a weed spot Now I got a question and I need the answer on the spot That bitch you with, she like you or she like what you got?
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It's 50 Cent and M O B B, breath easy We ain't finna kill nothing, we just chilling, nigga But look, dog, don't go acting loco You in Queens, you a long way from Kansas
You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared get it, dog, you gully get a gun) You know we pop those thangs (yo, you scared get it, dog, you gully get a gun) You know we pop those things (Yo, you scared get it, dog, you gully get a gun) You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared get it, dog, you gully get a gun)
Ay, yo, why dudes walk around with those on the hip? The pocket or the box, nigga, wherever they fit You know we done been through the worst of the shit All we know is how to survive, y'all niggaz eat a dick
Eat it quick, eat your food through the I.V, fucking with P Need a plastic bag attachment to shit? Y'all make us so real, ice grill faces before them guns popped out Now you look like you seen death
You ain't ready for murder, don't play with these kids Upgrade to a set of wings fucking with my clique Basically be a cold case fav real quick People that enjoy life, they don't come to our set, place your bets
Your favorite rap is sex, I swell up niggaz heads Frail niggaz is dead, better get your weight up, yeah You heard what we said, bird niggaz ain't deaf Fuck y'all wanna do about it, huh? Straight up
You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared get it, dog, you gully get a gun) You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared get it, dog, you gully get a gun) You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared get it, dog, you gully get a gun) You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared get it, dog, you gully get a gun)
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