50 Cent saying
Yeah
Shady
Echo
Aftermath
Echo
See you met you
Echo
I got places to go I got people to see
The penitentiary ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you hole in you
Repeat
You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing
Your should be stressin I'm gonna f**kin teach you a lesson
Mac 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin
Smith and western's the weapon in case you just guessing
God Damh
Echo
These straight busters kept in kept in my benz hop in the end's
Watch the 22 spin my h*e's a perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and I'm back at it again
Motherf**kers they thought I would'nt win pretend to be friends
At first you fail try try try try again
I'm the best don't you get it forget it when I spit it its crazy
You love it admit it you like it I live it its shady
Aftermath in your a*s b***h if its not a classic
When it's dumped trash it so I got it mastered
Stop and get your a*s kicked bastered your misses get drastic
Glock made out of plastic c***-it and get blasted run n***a and stash it
There is a genie in that bottle of that don pari'on
I'm a drink till I get to that b***h in the morn
Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words
In the hood they feel my s**t
Break it down
Picture a perfect picture picture me in the paper
Picture me starting s**t picture me busting my gat
Picture police man Dan gotta picture of that
Picture me being broke picture me smokin a sack
Picture me comin up picture me rich from rap
Picture me blowin up now picture me going back
To my momma basement to live s**t picture that
Where I'm from its a fact you gotta watch your back
You wear a vest without a deck use a target jack
Hastle hard money stack sell that d**e sell that crack
Sell that pack sell that gat sell that p***y crew are back
50 Cent too much spent man I'm bent I'm out'ta here
50 Cent Saying
Ha ha
Man I ain't going to jail
Not even to visit a n***a
You want to holla at me you wright me
Matter a fact you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard
In Montreal
Ha ha
Riding around in one of Dre's Farrari's n***a
Or matter a fact I might be in Detroit
Riding down 8 Mile road
You know for one of them en joints and s**t
Ha ha
Ya heard I got place to go man
You know shady aftermath
We finished our print money
Puttin our faces on this motherf**kin bill thug s**t
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ain't seem to be doing much