CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 50 Cent (Demo)
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Yup (Noisy on the beat)
Hol' up, wait, b*t*h, I'm finna talk my sh*t (Yup)
Gun so goddamn big, I swear it be hard to tuck my blick (Damn)
Yup, don't pull that felon, lil' n***a, you don't wanna make my list (Uh-uh)
Nah, come on
Gave my junkie a hit 'cause he a professional with that b*t*h like Gretzky
In Miami I feel like Plies, I'm chillin' at the rest (Miami)
Yeah, call Luhreece, he ready, check a opp just like some mix (Ayy, Luhreece)
Yup, pu**y tried to hide, too bad we seen him through the tint (Aight, come on)
I swear my opps be broke as hell, my shoes be costin' n***as rent (B*t*h, nah, aight, come on)
This b*t*h just text sayin' she lovе me, I text her back, "You got mе bent" (What?)
Yup, we gon' get they lo', push on they block soon as we see (Let's go)
Swear I'm gon' get rich or die tryin', I'm goin' out like 50 Cent (Aight, come on, on my mama)
Yeah, we gon' cap outside his crib like we came with some tints
Yeah, n***as be so damn pu**y when they see me, they be timids (Get down)
You can ask my mama, I moved to East Pilot Street and I've been thuggin' since (Ayy, East Pilot)
B*t*h, I feel like 2Pac 'cause I ball above the rim (Aight, come on)
Yup, ayy, my brother say, "F**k them", so I say, "F**k them" (F**k them)
Yup, b*t*h, I'm out in L.A., eatin' steak with Cutt 'nem (Cutt 'nem)
Yup, dare a n***a to try me, I tweak how quick I bust him (Boom)
I say (Bah, bah, bah), "I dare a n***a to try me and watch how quick I touch him" (Uh-uh, yup)
Gave my junkie a hit 'cause he a professional with that b*t*h like Gretzky (Hit, hit, hit)
In Miami I feel like Plies, I'm chillin' at the rest (Miami)
Yeah, call Luhreece, he ready, check a opp just like some mix (Ayy, Luhreece, blatt)
Yup, pu**y tried to hide, too bad we seen him through the tint (Come on)
I swear my opps be broke as hell, my shoes be costin' n***as rent (Nah, aight, come on)
This b*t*h just text sayin' she love me, I text her back, "You got me bent" (What?)
Yup, we gon' get they lo', push on they block soon as we see (Let's go)
Swear I'm gon' get rich or die tryin', I'm goin' out like 50 Cent (Uh, uh, uh, uh, aight, come on, on my mama)
Rap n***a sellin' me woof, that sh*t got his brother spent (Come on)
Yup, touch up the whip with .308s, leave way more than a dip (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
B*t*h, we havin' drums like 808s, everybody got a switch (N***a, get down)
Uh, swear I'ma get rich just like Zay (Fft), if I don't (Fft), I rob like Flip (Go)
I can't pull on that fire, then wait too much sh*t (What else?)
You can see my eyes, I up with this b*t*h (Blatt)
Look it in my eyes (Blatt), ain't tellin' no lies, I bet a rich n***a get left on his d**k (Blatt, blatt)
We terrrorize his block, then dip (Come on)
N***a, you ain't up that fire and click
Uh-huh, I treat the beef just like the beat, just turn it on a tee (Bah)
Uh, I drop the bands on Taliban, he check 'em off my list (Get 'em outta there)
Yup, the way the chopstick spit, you would've thought it had a lip (Fft, fft)
Uh, soon as a n***a f**k n***a try me, bet his a** get carried 'bout six
Uh, I ain't finna drop no diss, a b*t*h n***a go be right under my kicks (Under a shirt, shh)
I ain't tryna beef on that 'net (No), I'm tryna get me a rap n***a blitzed (Gang)
Before I be a rapper and f**k with a rapper, I'll f**k me a rap n***a b*t*h
I'm not like rappers, I bust me a rapper, won't catch me without my stick (Catch with a stick)
What you mean, "Like a rapper"? I really get active, my young n***a go in your sh*t (Go)
Junkie a hit and he a professional with that b*t*h like Gretzky
In Miami I feel like Plies, I'm chillin' at the rest
Call Lil Tay, he ready to check a opp just like some mix
Better do hidin'
Yup (Noisy on the beat)
Hol' up, wait, b*t*h, I'm finna talk my sh*t (Yup)
Gun so goddamn big, I swear it be hard to tuck my blick (Damn)
Yup, don't pull that felon, lil' n***a, you don't wanna make my list (Uh-uh)
Nah, come on
Gave my junkie a hit 'cause he a professional with that b*t*h like Gretzky
In Miami I feel like Plies, I'm chillin' at the rest (Miami)
Yeah, call Luhreece, he ready, check a opp just like some mix (Ayy, Luhreece)
Yup, pu**y tried to hide, too bad we seen him through the tint (Aight, come on)
I swear my opps be broke as hell, my shoes be costin' n***as rent (B*t*h, nah, aight, come on)
This b*t*h just text sayin' she lovе me, I text her back, "You got mе bent" (What?)
Yup, we gon' get they lo', push on they block soon as we see (Let's go)
Swear I'm gon' get rich or die tryin', I'm goin' out like 50 Cent (Aight, come on, on my mama)
Yeah, we gon' cap outside his crib like we came with some tints
Yeah, n***as be so damn pu**y when they see me, they be timids (Get down)
You can ask my mama, I moved to East Pilot Street and I've been thuggin' since (Ayy, East Pilot)
B*t*h, I feel like 2Pac 'cause I ball above the rim (Aight, come on)
Yup, ayy, my brother say, "F**k them", so I say, "F**k them" (F**k them)
Yup, b*t*h, I'm out in L.A., eatin' steak with Cutt 'nem (Cutt 'nem)
Yup, dare a n***a to try me, I tweak how quick I bust him (Boom)
I say (Bah, bah, bah), "I dare a n***a to try me and watch how quick I touch him" (Uh-uh, yup)
Gave my junkie a hit 'cause he a professional with that b*t*h like Gretzky (Hit, hit, hit)
In Miami I feel like Plies, I'm chillin' at the rest (Miami)
Yeah, call Luhreece, he ready, check a opp just like some mix (Ayy, Luhreece, blatt)
Yup, pu**y tried to hide, too bad we seen him through the tint (Come on)
I swear my opps be broke as hell, my shoes be costin' n***as rent (Nah, aight, come on)
This b*t*h just text sayin' she love me, I text her back, "You got me bent" (What?)
Yup, we gon' get they lo', push on they block soon as we see (Let's go)
Swear I'm gon' get rich or die tryin', I'm goin' out like 50 Cent (Uh, uh, uh, uh, aight, come on, on my mama)
Rap n***a sellin' me woof, that sh*t got his brother spent (Come on)
Yup, touch up the whip with .308s, leave way more than a dip (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
B*t*h, we havin' drums like 808s, everybody got a switch (N***a, get down)
Uh, swear I'ma get rich just like Zay (Fft), if I don't (Fft), I rob like Flip (Go)
I can't pull on that fire, then wait too much sh*t (What else?)
You can see my eyes, I up with this b*t*h (Blatt)
Look it in my eyes (Blatt), ain't tellin' no lies, I bet a rich n***a get left on his d**k (Blatt, blatt)
We terrrorize his block, then dip (Come on)
N***a, you ain't up that fire and click
Uh-huh, I treat the beef just like the beat, just turn it on a tee (Bah)
Uh, I drop the bands on Taliban, he check 'em off my list (Get 'em outta there)
Yup, the way the chopstick spit, you would've thought it had a lip (Fft, fft)
Uh, soon as a n***a f**k n***a try me, bet his a** get carried 'bout six
Uh, I ain't finna drop no diss, a b*t*h n***a go be right under my kicks (Under a shirt, shh)
I ain't tryna beef on that 'net (No), I'm tryna get me a rap n***a blitzed (Gang)
Before I be a rapper and f**k with a rapper, I'll f**k me a rap n***a b*t*h
I'm not like rappers, I bust me a rapper, won't catch me without my stick (Catch with a stick)
What you mean, "Like a rapper"? I really get active, my young n***a go in your sh*t (Go)
Junkie a hit and he a professional with that b*t*h like Gretzky
In Miami I feel like Plies, I'm chillin' at the rest
Call Lil Tay, he ready to check a opp just like some mix
Better do hidin'
