50 Cent - Clue N' 50 | Текст песни

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• 50 Cent
• Clue N' 50

Yeah nigga
We gonna smoke this
Motherfucker right here, right
We gonna smoke this shit
And I'mma drink a lot a water
And I'mma take Golden Seal, so
My PO don't find out
I'm smoking this shit, aight?

Yo, niggas wouldn't rob Frankie
If they had the chance
Wasn't cause of him it was
Cause of his man Lance
Frankie cut crack
Lance hold the Mac
If fiends fuck with Frankie's packs
Lance cut the crack heads block up
Thought he was locked up
Came thru stuntin' wit his wrist all rocked up
Shoulda seen him smile, missin' the tooth
Coupe missin the roof
He like "What up, 50?"
I'm like "What up with you"

Lance had a reputation that was well earned
Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn
Out there in Red Fern

At the dice game, he rolled
Ahead, crapped in the crack

I'm like "Nah, I ain't paying for
That! Nigga, shoot it back"
Niggas lookin at me like I'm crazy, they shook
I don't give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook
Asked about Bar
Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he
Beat me for ten grand and sold
My Mac for Seven grand (Fuckin' crazy)
The man was thirsty I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks. Bitch!

Motherfucker

Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 Cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo, nigga

Hey what's up, nigga
You motherfuckin' right this DJ
Clue Grand Theft Audio 2
Get the fuck out the car nigga don't
Make me rush you, nigga
Shoot that nigga, 50!