(50 Cent talkin')Hey you know you my favorite white boy right?I owe you for this oneIve been patiently waiting for a track to explode onYou can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled onIt feels like my flowz been hot for so longIf you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrongFinishin in my head, like a baby born deaddestination heaven, sit and politic with passengersfrom nine elevenThe lords blessins leave me lyrically inclinedshit I aint even gotta try to shineGod's a seamstress to tailor fitted my painI got scriptures in my brain I could spit at your damestraight out the good book, look, niggaz iz shook50 fears no man, warrior swing swords like Conanpicture me pen in hand write linez knowin the source of polleyWhen I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote itI grew up without my pops does that make me bitta?I caught cases I copped out does that make me a quitta?In this white man's world Im similiar to a squirrellookin for a slut with a nice butt to get a nutIf I get shot today my phone will stop ringin againThese industry niggaz aint friends, they know how to pretendIve been patiently waiting for a track to explode onYou can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled onIt feels like my flowz been hot for so longIf you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrongIve been patiently waiting for a track to explode onYou can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled onIt feels like my flowz been hot for so longIf you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrongPatiently waitin to make it through all the hatindebatin whether or not you could even weather the stormJust lay on the table they operatin to save youitz like an angel came to you sent from the heavenz aboveThey think they're crazy but they aint crazy lets face it,shit basicallythey just playin sick, they aint shitThey aint sayin shit... spray'em FiftyA to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit meand turn this day into fuckin mayhem you stayin wit me?Dont let me lose you, Im not tryin to confuse youwhen I let loose with this uziand just shoot through your IzuzuYou get the message am I gettin through to you?You know whatz cominyou motherfuckerz dont even know do you?Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a potSprinkle a little Big L on top, and what the fuck do you got?You got the realest and illest killaz tied up in a knotThe Jugganautz of this rap shit like it or notIts like a fight to the top just to see who died for the spotYou put your life in this - nothin like survivin the shotY'all know what time it iz az soon az Fifty signz on this dotShit what you know about death threats, cuz I get alotShady Records was eighty seconds away from the towerssome cowards fucked with the wrong buildingthey meant to hit oursBetter evacuate all children - nuclear showertheres nothin spookier,you're now about to witness the power of fuckin FiftyIve been patiently waiting for a track to explode onYou can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled onIt feels like my flowz been hot for so longIf you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrongIve been patiently waiting for a track to explode onYou can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled onIt feels like my flowz been hot for so longIf you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrongIts the gansta ya'll when the shots go offItz fifty, they say Itz FiftySee a nigga laid out with his fukin top blown offItz fifty, man that wasnt Fifty, they don't holla my nameYou shoudln't throw stones if you live in a glass houseand if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouthcuz I'll break your face, have your ass runninmumblin to the Jake,you goin against me dawg you makin a mistakeIll split you have you lookinlike the Michael Jackson's jackets with all them zippersIm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipperthe way I turn the money over you should call me flipperYour bitch, a regular bitch, you callin her wifeyI fucked her, I feed her fast food, you keepin her icyIm down to sell records but not my soulSnoop said this in 94': "We dont love them hoez"I got pennies for my thoughts, now Im richsee the twentys spinnin lookin mean on the sixniggaz wearin flagz, cuz the colorz match they clothesThey get caught in the wrong hood and get filled up with holezIve been patiently waiting for a track to explode onYou can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled onIt feels like my flowz been hot for so longIf you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrongIve been patiently waiting for a track to explode onYou can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled onIt feels like my flowz been hot for so longIf you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrong(50 Cent)Its fifty
🎤
LETROU FEATURE
Stage Mode
Large text, automatic scrolling and fullscreen for singing or practice.
(50 Cent talkin')
Hey you know you my favorite white boy right?
I owe you for this one
Ive been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on
It feels like my flowz been hot for so long
If you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrong
Finishin in my head, like a baby born dead
destination heaven, sit and politic with passengers
from nine eleven
The lords blessins leave me lyrically inclined
shit I aint even gotta try to shine
God's a seamstress to tailor fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at your dame
straight out the good book, look, niggaz iz shook
50 fears no man, warrior swing swords like Conan
picture me pen in hand write linez knowin the source of polley
When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops does that make me bitta?
I caught cases I copped out does that make me a quitta?
In this white man's world Im similiar to a squirrel
lookin for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone will stop ringin again
These industry niggaz aint friends, they know how to pretend
Ive been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on
It feels like my flowz been hot for so long
If you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrong
Ive been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on
It feels like my flowz been hot for so long
If you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrong
Patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin
debatin whether or not you could even weather the storm
Just lay on the table they operatin to save you
itz like an angel came to you sent from the heavenz above
They think they're crazy but they aint crazy lets face it,
shit basically
they just playin sick, they aint shit
They aint sayin shit... spray'em Fifty
A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me
and turn this day into fuckin mayhem you stayin wit me?
Dont let me lose you, Im not tryin to confuse you
when I let loose with this uzi
and just shoot through your Izuzu
You get the message am I gettin through to you?
You know whatz comin
you motherfuckerz dont even know do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, and what the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killaz tied up in a knot
The Jugganautz of this rap shit like it or not
Its like a fight to the top just to see who died for the spot
You put your life in this - nothin like survivin the shot
Y'all know what time it iz az soon az Fifty signz on this dot
Shit what you know about death threats, cuz I get alot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
some cowards fucked with the wrong building
they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children - nuclear shower
theres nothin spookier,
you're now about to witness the power of fuckin Fifty
Ive been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on
It feels like my flowz been hot for so long
If you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrong
Ive been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on
It feels like my flowz been hot for so long
If you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrong
Its the gansta ya'll when the shots go off
Itz fifty, they say Itz Fifty
See a nigga laid out with his fukin top blown off
Itz fifty, man that wasnt Fifty, they don't holla my name
You shoudln't throw stones if you live in a glass house
and if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth
cuz I'll break your face, have your ass runnin
mumblin to the Jake,
you goin against me dawg you makin a mistake
Ill split you have you lookin
like the Michael Jackson's jackets with all them zippers
Im the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper
the way I turn the money over you should call me flipper
Your bitch, a regular bitch, you callin her wifey
I fucked her, I feed her fast food, you keepin her icy
Im down to sell records but not my soul
Snoop said this in 94': "We dont love them hoez"
I got pennies for my thoughts, now Im rich
see the twentys spinnin lookin mean on the six
niggaz wearin flagz, cuz the colorz match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood and get filled up with holez
Ive been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on
It feels like my flowz been hot for so long
If you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrong
Ive been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on
It feels like my flowz been hot for so long
If you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrong
(50 Cent)
Its fifty
Speed
YOUR SPACE
My repertoire
This shared list will also be saved automatically in the repertoire of this device.
