| I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags
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| Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash.
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| Then the ball dropped, GUN POPPED! |
| — Bank$ got blast!
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| I make it so HOT! |
| — One shot’ll melt your ass!
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| GOT POPPED UP! |
| — Probably till my eyes turned red
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| Told myself in the mirror nigga you ain’t dead!
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| I’m far from eccentric, I’m so PSYCHOTIC
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| I don’t need you to shoot for me, nigga I GOT IT!
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| When you see me in the hood — muhfucker don’t talk to me!
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| 'Less you wan' talk about usin' a Hawk for me.
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| When Al blew Black away I had 'em on some stupid shit
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| Then my rap shit WORKED! |
| — Now I’m super stupid rich!
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| All I do is stunt now! |
| — I'm so Maybach!
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| There I go frontin' again I meant to say laid back!
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| GO 'HEAD! |
| Move wreckless get banged for necklace
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| I serve 'em with the Semi feed 'em a clip for breakfast.
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| You want some? |
| — Come get some!
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| Nigga it’s murder one, when I toss my gun!
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| You might see me let it off, you might see me run!
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| But you won’t see shit time the police come! |
| — Huh?
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| You want some? |
| — Come get some!
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| Nigga it’s murder one when you see my gun!
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| I jus' squeeze and squeeze 'til the whole clip done!
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| You jus' bleed and bleed till the police come! |
| — Huh? |
| You want some?
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| I got a 8th of dope left half a pound of purple
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| Shooters in my circle! |
| — TRY ME I let 'em murk you!
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| Got more guns than a gun store, beefin' what you want boy
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| You wan' be nice to me? |
| ! |
| — You wan' shoot dice with me? |
| !
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| You want a ace on purpose? |
| ! |
| — Why you so nervous?
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| Nigga we from the same hood! |
| — We come from the same shit!
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| You got gonorrhea too, we fucked with the same bitch!
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| Gettin' money is necessary so me I’m a visionary!
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| And I’m sayin' that house — should be a crackhouse!
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| Now see it how I see it; |
| or I bring the Straps out!
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| The Tec and the Mack out! |
| — The Sig and the Taurus!
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| The Coke and that Heckler — then nigga we warin'!
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| I let my pistol speak for me and all of 'em foreign.
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| Click-clack! |
| — Comprende? |
| I’m criminal minded!
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| Toss money in the sewer! |
| — Bet nobody find it!
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| Till it’s rusty and fucked up, forensics have fun! |
| — What?
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| Come get it, I’m strapped now, I’m with it!
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| Come get it!
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| Huh, you want some?
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| Come get it, I’m strapped now, I’m with it!
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| Fuck that nigga!
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| Huh, you want some? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Invitation , by - 50 Cent. Song from the album Before I Self-Destruct, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп