Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freestyle, artist - 50 Cent. Date of issue: 24.01.2013
Song language: English
Freestyle |
| Ha ha, 2000 and 1 |
| Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don |
| Getting off my chest, know I’m saying |
| Cut these all the way off people, feel me |
| Yeah, this how it go, fa sho |
| Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo' |
| I’ma come down, it’s your partna Z-Ro |
| Never been a ho, never been a broad |
| Every night 'fore I go to sleep, I gotta talk to God |
| One time, gotta keep it real |
| Got gold and diamonds in my grill |
| I’m for real, doing it like a song |
| Bleeding on the boulevard, all day long |
| Gots to get paid, in this damn rap game |
| Gotta get my feddy, gotta get my change |
| Me and my partna P-Roy, doing it every day in the struggle |
| Hold up my nigga, one day we gon bubble |
| Nigga we’ll shine, we gon put it down |
| I’ma pimp my motherfucking pen, one time |
| Hold up, nothing but syrup in my cup |
| Riding on tre buck, and I don’t give a fuck |
| About the law, nigga fuck the FED |
| I’m up in the game, just to stack a big head |
| Family getting fed, me and my wife wed |
| I’ma come down, I’m a Southiside vet |
| Hold it down, like the sun we’re gonna shine |
| And let it all swing out, I ride with Southside |
| Hold it down, like the sun we’re gonna shine |
| And let it all swing out, I ride for Southside |
| Like a drama bull, plus I got pull |
| When you see me on the damn scene, you know I’m fool |
| Popping handle bars, popping a X |
| I don’t give a fuck, it’s feeling warm in my chest |
| And I hope that God bless me, to get a platinum plack |
| Ain’t no turning back, once I get the stack |
| Once I ain’t cutting no slack, up in the game |
| Said it one time, now everybody know my name |
| Hollin' Ro, do another show |
| Wanted me to swang down, on another 4 |
| Charge twenty grand, for a show |
| Plus, I want half of the do' |
| In this rap game, to get all the do' |
| I’ma come down, I got my shine on glow |
| Hollin' at the Big Steve, Mafio |
| R.I.P., to the Fat Pat though |
| Hold up, cause we balling |
| See us coming down looking good, and we crawling |
| Ain’t falling, I ain’t stalling |
| Coming down outta town, birds I’m hauling |
| To get paid, nigga I got my family on my mind |
| I’ma put it down, that’s why I’ma shine |
| All in they face, like a motherfucking moon |
| A star, a sun and my uzi weigh a ton |
| Sitting in the microphone booth, going off |
| Working with the hard, working with the soft |
| In the motherfucking game, stacking my change |
| I’m in the motherfucking zone mayn |
| On my motherfucking block, it go down |
| I’m the thoedest and the coldest, nigga there is in H-Town |
| Know I’m saying, I ain’t playing, steady spraying |