I Put the seat back when we rolling I Let the system thump when we coasting I had the tre pound with me cock Run up on me get Shot In the street like a dog
Niggas say they know me I don't know them They say we came up together I don't owe them A motherfucker ding I'll Make you hot Run up on me get Shot In the street like a dog
A nigga try smoke me I'm gone smoke him When I say I'm all in I mean I'm all in Nigger you blink shell cases just fall in You fucking with the police? Well you better call him Cause I'm a reload my shit And come right back You know different day Same shift with the same strap Me I gotta get it I gotta get my bread I pin a bitch a freak Huh, She got to give me head I got a reputation I stay with the burner I call it putting work in The D's call it murder So half with my cold D We only got one pill It's one pistol, one target, one shot, one kill
I Put the seat back when we rolling I Let the system thump when we coasting I had the tre pound with me cock Run up on me get Shot In the street like a dog
Niggas say they know me I don't know them They say we came up together I don't owe them A motherfucker ding I'll Make you hot Run up on me get Shot In the street like a dog
I'm a beast, boss*, gangster, goon Grab my knife, my gun, my vest It's on Lay a nigger on his lawn Versace style Got my 44 alone in my Versace now Hold my foot kilos Switch cars trying to b-low I touch more DR Then got a line away I shooting windows, doors and parked cars 80 grand on your head, OH GOD Tripod in the arnarge It's so hard I can charge it on the gold card or black card I'm a be in Italy when they pop your noodles Nigga 7 star shit eating lots of stroodles
I Put the seat back when we rolling I Let the system thump when we coasting I had the tre pound with me cock Run up on me get Shot In the street like a dog
Niggas say they know me I don't know them They say we came up together I don't owe them A motherfucker ding I'll Make you hot (nothing) Run up on me get Shot In the street like a dog (yeeah)
Hopping out of something foreign Bumping oreen I'm B, I'm not the one for sparing I'll gun your car your in Watch the game at the garden Next to Martin Here to spite me barking, he's sleep walking I'm hollow tilting, Champagne bottles open Chronic smoking Even the models groping My pockets pocking The games sick, I'm the potion I be proofing And I flow like the ocean Machines make movies You can be the poster Your Over I'll tell the media your mediocre I push your big body Your riding in the mini-vans I fuck like will And smoke like the Indians
I Put the seat back when we rolling I Let the system thump when we coasting I had the tre pound with me cock Run up on me get Shot In the street like a dog
Niggas say they know me I don't know them They say we came up together I don't owe them A motherfucker ding I'll Make you hot Run up on me get Shot In the street like a dog
By: Eduardo Rodrigues
Compositores: Curtis James Jackson (50 Cent) (ASCAP), Terence Quentin Dudley (Quentin) (ASCAP)Editores: Fifty Cent Music (ASCAP), Kobalt Music Copyrights SarlECAD verificado obra #10177439 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM