buildings Yeah nigga, yeah (yeah) Yeah yeah yeah nigga, yeah (yeah) Yeah nigga, yeah (yeah!) Yeah yeah yeah nigga, yeah [growls] [Chorus: 50 Cent] I line niggaz, I do my homework I
Перевод: 50 Cent. Я Линия Niggas.
it's suposed to be blown Motherfucker I'm grown I stunt I style I flash the shit I gets what the fuck I want so what I trick Fat ass burgandy bags classy
just putting a drum beat whit nothing but a drum beat Niggers, niggers copy my style so I need to switch up on them I run the show now, I got the
So if a nigga get out of line and nigga get clapped I got a arsenal, an infantry I'm built for this mentally That's why I'm the general, I do what they
50 Cent] I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtbomb nigga Sayin I cant wait till I get a little bigger Half the niggas jumped me, bumpin' my head Thinkin' I wish I
50 Cent] It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain't got tyme to waste Let's make it [50
. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo) Yo, niggas be askin me "yo 50 who you got beef wit?" I'm a tell yall niggas who I got beef wit I got beef wit any nigga I can
[50 Cent] I, know, you, know I'm, on, fiiiii-re [Chorus: 50 Cent] If, you don't know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me Oh - you wanna
me? I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck [Tony Yayo - talking in background of chorus] 50 Cent, Yayo, featuring Hope, uh huh As we proceed, uh [50 Cent
lloyd banks) slow down little nigga dont exceed ur speed cause i will put G's on ur fitted like da negro league i got connects i dont need no weed i been
Destination hell or heaven I'm a rida Say I'm a rida I'm a rida Say I'm rida I'm a rida Say I'm a rida I'm a rida Say I'm a rida [VERSE 1] They putting
on me, I'm on ya aaaaass! I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens] I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to
drop my shit I ain't get mad, I went got them bricks I had a Jacob like 50 Cent In '04 got my paper acts in me nigga I get my grind on, house 3 stairs
body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [50 Cent Verse] You cant body the kid, you know how i
like its supposed to be blown Motherfucker I'm grown I stunt I style I flash the shit I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick? Fat ass burgundy
her rap message through a bottle Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goines Birthday, gave her two 50 cent coins Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss Cherry cent
