I made my first mill' I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real? [Chorus] Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My
) Oh L.L. I need love lookin? boy, Fake I.D. can?t get in club lookin? boy, Remember me from school? Hell naw you gets no love lookin? boy, Gangsta
) Oh L.L. I need love lookin? boy, Fake I.D. can?t get in club lookin? boy, Remember me from school? Hell naw you gets no love lookin? boy, Gangsta homo
first slangin' hertz Freestylin' of the hum of the birds Fall back when I shine on my shine, two shows follow behind It's a fucked up vehicle, switchin' my
used make my paper work, lifestyle covered with dirt See I was first on my block with 40 caliber glock Similarities to my uncut, they ready to rock 'Cause everybody wanna ball
got the comrads Either make it or take it (chorus) Bang or ball bang or ball We don't know shit else Just bang or ball Bang or ball bang or ball Westside
Weeblelations, testin', testin', testin', testin' Hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes up in this mutha fucka That boy 8ball, 4-Tay, Speeze
s me that's me All my dirty south ladies lean rock with me All my Midwest players make it hot for me All my east coast stunners you can ride with me All my
sent tears from Heaven when you seen my car get balled up But I can't complain what the accident did to my left eye 'Cuz look what an accident did to Left Eye First
i hand to you is handed back to me You act to be this gangsta bitch, that ain't what first attracted me I used to love your company now you always bugging
, You fake, you could'nt come close on my worst day, But you wanna be me, I'll burn you and learn you a lesson, Consernin is my profession, turnin ya my
me showin' love to ya fam Or you in the box laid under the floor Or keep you alive blow torchin' ya balls? My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface
ain't getting none The shit started off real well Real swell the bitch was talking lovely She got me scooping her from the crib say around 8:30 It'll be my first
smart 8x (leads into chorus) chorus 4x talkin smart to a pimp, you done broke the first rule you done broke the first rule you done broke the first
it me showin' love to ya fam? Or you in the box laid under the floor? Or keep you alive blow torchin' ya balls? My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface
graduated from eight balls to blow that's cake size Match though grand for grand an' let's make these stakes rise Mahavaji rich, in Egypt with eight wives While my
sure that once I'm done with you theres no comin back keep my hat tucked low anyway I choose to go wanna meet my dough first meet my fofo(44) these
last real nigga alive, understand that And you my offspring, the boss sting A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that Nas the King, where my bricks, where my