its only right that we ball together I'm into bigger things y'all niggaz y'all know my style Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow My pinky ring talk it say fifty
and working on you grandma kitchen table Now drop a lil lower , pop a lil lower for me baby Do what you do for part 2 cousin don't try to play me Breaking it off for fifty
stay (Yeah) and where ya kids rest (Yeah) You know my name yo (Kiss) Stop playin' games ho (Ha ha) Cause I ain't afraid to put fifty on ya brains ho (
see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone.. Fifty
you're jelly, because Fame, Billy & I be Mashin out crews of bad dudes for nothin Or cuz they frontin, they corny style, I show 'em somethin A buck fifty
And I done banked more cats than niggaz done wrote raps Done balled off dope sacks Fell off and came back I done knocked on niggaz' doors with straps Split
overtime She was beggin' to be mine, but my job was on the line Should I say or should I go? I just didn't know ...Hmmmm I left fifty kids standin'
Likwidation from the West" [Verse Two: E-Swift] Sometimes I rhyme drunk, sometimes I rhyme sober (yeah) I never need no gimmicks and shit, to get me over Just a couple crates to rock all fifty
around the hood strapped like I don't care Truth or dare, I dare you to dis the west coast The truth is them niggas will split your vest loc With hollowpoint
-T getting gone off that tree Get crunk ! [Big Pic] Hopping out tinted Lac to call this nigga in black My freestyle's down to act I split wigs and back
getting gone off that tree Get crunk ! [Big Pic] Hopping out tinted Lac to call this nigga in black My freestyle's down to act I split wigs and back
a bad decision leaving you with aphorisms I whoop ass like masochism dominatrix That's the basics Hologram brought The Matrix To fake kids Fifty dead
m comin' to get you Don't hesitate nigga or the B.G. gone have to split you I'm down for whatever I'm a ass with that chopper If you playin' with me then them fifty
Look aint no stoppin' us boy don't try When you hear it once it aint no secret you go and buy You can lie bout this stunt bout that You can't dodge these fifty
the realest It's survival of the fittest, you gon respect that You gon respect that, cause ain't no checking that We gon split a wig, if we gotta split
or die bitch Chop or get chopped hoe B.G. split or get split Play tha game how it go Shootin tha drop somethin' Glock or pop somethin' AK wit' fifty
stepson Unload reload bookah bookah the chopper come The chest magaler Neck strangeler Uptown slanger Brain untangeler, ya heard me Verse Three: Bullet Gotta uh chop with fifty shots Ready for combat Fifty
the flo' Beelow got the money and Tron in the truck If I hear a fuckin' siren, everybody gettin' fucked Hit them bitches up a hundred fifty five a piece