Hahahahahaaa
Yeah nigga
The Smoke of New York
Get up Come On
Ah
50 Cent Chorus
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
Some say your soul may burn in the flame..
So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave.
You a rider right, that ride tonight
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
Nigga c*** the steal this is kill or be killed
Nigga shit is real in the field
Verse 1
What's the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth
When you laid down and cry, when you stand up and die
Like the man that I am, Fireeeeee!
Yes Yes, give um the whole thang
I'm a legend in the town, Nowww
Since your all gangstered up lets get the fuck down
Big Bill dancin' I'm reppin for Buck town
Nigga see me dummin' I'm comin clutchin the pound
Don't worry about my whereabouts
We air um out, clear um out, Yes Yes
The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up
-th-th-th that's what's up
You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up
Brownsville, cl-cl-cl Clap it up!
Fif put in the call.
We ready to brawl with everyone of you or, Yes Yes
50 Cent Chorus
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
Some say your soul may burn in the flame.
So front if you want to but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.
Nigga c*** the steal this is kill or be killed
Nigga shit is real in the field
Verse 2
You got these young niggaz hollerin Murderer!
Copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka
Niggaz don't give a fuck
I seen a nigga shoot my momz, right in front of my motherfuckin face
See in the 'ville, aint such a thing as a straight bullet
When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it
Slugs aint never outta season
All you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason
Blood stains on the ceilin'
Same place he stood, that's what they leave um
Don't black it out, lets just squeezn off with your gun
Cuz you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the young
You know the drill
I'ma give your ass 3 seconds to bounce and you better not chark
1 fuck that. 3 gunshots Dumb bitch! Rest in bits
50 Cent Chorus
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
Some say your soul may burn in the flame
So front if you want to but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight
Nigga you gon ride or you gon' die tonight..
Nigga c*** the steal this is kill or be killed
Nigga shit is real in the field
Intro Hahahahahaaa Yeah nigga The Smoke of New York Get up Come On Ah 50 Cent Chorus There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame.. So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave. You a rider right, that ride tonight Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight Nigga c*** the steal this is kill or be killed Nigga shit is real in the field Verse 1 What's the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth When you laid down and cry, when you stand up and die Like the man that I am, Fireeeeee! Yes Yes, give um the whole thang I'm a legend in the town, Nowww Since your all gangstered up lets get the fuck down Big Bill dancin' I'm reppin for Buck town Nigga see me dummin' I'm comin clutchin the pound Don't worry about my whereabouts We air um out, clear um out, Yes Yes The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up -th-th-th that's what's up You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up Brownsville, cl-cl-cl Clap it up! Fif put in the call. We ready to brawl with everyone of you or, Yes Yes 50 Cent Chorus There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame. So front if you want to but niggaz who murk you Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave You a rider right, that ride tonight Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight. Nigga c*** the steal this is kill or be killed Nigga shit is real in the field Verse 2 You got these young niggaz hollerin Murderer! Copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka Niggaz don't give a fuck I seen a nigga shoot my momz, right in front of my motherfuckin face See in the 'ville, aint such a thing as a straight bullet When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it Slugs aint never outta season All you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason Blood stains on the ceilin' Same place he stood, that's what they leave um Don't black it out, lets just squeezn off with your gun Cuz you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the young You know the drill I'ma give your ass 3 seconds to bounce and you better not chark 1 fuck that. 3 gunshots Dumb bitch! Rest in bits 50 Cent Chorus There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame So front if you want to but niggaz who murk you Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave You a rider right, that ride tonight Nigga you gon ride or you gon' die tonight.. Nigga c*** the steal this is kill or be killed Nigga shit is real in the field Explain Request ×
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