Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everytime I Come Around, artist - 50 Cent. Date of issue: 02.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everytime I Come Around |
| N-Y, N-Y, 'til I D-ie |
| N-Y, N-Y, 'till I D-ie |
| I’m on it |
| Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around |
| It’s never on safety |
| I’m on it |
| Niggas know when I’m around, fuck around it’s goin' down |
| No if’s or maybe’s |
| Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ’s |
| Niggas gettin' cake made |
| Fuck with the homies while I got it on me |
| You’ll get your big break, man |
| You niggas ain’t seen shit yet, one false move and I click clack |
| That oo-wop bitch I spit that, that hard white I flip that |
| That bad bitch get my dick wet, damn how hot can my shit get? |
| Boy, get outta line get your ass checked, got 10 mil' my last check |
| Bitches stay where that cash at, diamonds on me I flash that |
| That 'Rari pedal I mash that, you pussy niggas I laugh at |
| That fuck shit that you fuck niggas be doin', man, I’m passed that |
| Hood nigga down there on Wall Street, my stock run across NASDAQ |
| Girl face on my time piece, ridin' around with my crimeys |
| These broke niggas so grimy, I let 'em hold the steel, I tell 'em shoot to kill |
| I put south side on my back, I ain’t talkin' 'bout no tat' |
| When I’m outta town I hold it down, I mean everywhere I’m at |
| I’m on it |
| Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around |
| It’s never on safety |
| I’m on it |
| Niggas know when I’m around, fuck around it’s goin' down |
| No if’s or maybe’s |
| Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ’s |
| Niggas gettin' cake made |
| Fuck with the homies while I got it on me |
| You’ll get your big break, man |
| All my niggas crazy stupid, cuckoo, got a loose screw |
| I might pew pew with that two-two then small bullets will mob through you |
| My bitch come from Honolulu with that dope ball in her doo doo |
| Put it on a train and choo choo and the feds don’t have a blues clues |
| Thumbing over, don’t know voodoo but I sure know how to shoot you |
| If I get caught I don’t boo-hoo, I pick up the phone call BooBoo |
| He gonna bail me out in seconds, please don’t let this rap shit fool you |
| I send shooters to your home, see I don’t need no songs to move you |
| My gorilla goin' ooh-ooh, boy your family could lose you |
| Put you in a box like new shoes, you’s a bitch pull down your tu-tu |
| When it come to gettin' money all I know is we need bookoo’s |
| Speakin' only in my Ryda Gang, know what we gonna do to you |
| Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around |
| It’s never on safety |
| I’m on it |
| Niggas know when I’m around, fuck around it’s goin' down |
| No if’s or maybe’s |
| Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ’s |
| Niggas gettin' cake made |
| Fuck with the homies while I got it on me |
| You’ll get your big break, man |