50 CENT lyrics : "All About Dough (Freestyle)"
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though
Cocaine, !@(%, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough
Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo
$#&@ you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho
[Verse 1]
I smile when that money come, stunt when that money come
^!$$%s front when that money come, and I'ma have to handle them
Man I don't trust none of them, why they bringin' and come with them,
Why they come in a cop, $#&@ around and get shot
I wanna cold blood ^!$$% %#@! I will pull a trigger 'cause
You'd better do your homework you'll find out who you $#&@ing with
'Cause I ain't full of sucker %#@!, I'm joking no Chris Tucker %#@!
I ain't even smilin', I'ma 'bout to start wylin'
I got bricks of that Peruvian
A though face medicine, sniff that in doughs, that's a dope fiends regimen
Range Rover, game over, I'm getting my lean on
Hard to miss my target when I done click the beam on
I'm not the one to scheme on you, #~!!@ ^!$$%s dream on
I give the work, $#&@ what ya heard, homeboy you gettin' shot
I'm out here with my chain on, my watch and pinky ring on
I hustle hard for this %#@! take a look at what I got
[Chorus]
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though
Cocaine, !@(%, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough
Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo
$#&@ you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho
[Verse 2]
It's the same old, same old, extra clips, hollow tips
^!$$%s ain't playin' yo, we still on that gangsta %#@!
That block mine, find out when my Glock 9, pop
I'm surrounded by shooters, so I ain't got to shoot it
You ^!$$%s on computers better sit there and compute it
Dodge what I just said, or get shot and left for dead
You think you don't give a $#&@ ^!$$%, I don't give a $#&@
I pistol whip your $$# down, watch your homies pick you up
I got 2 million cash, that's my brown bag money
Think maybe that's why ^!$$%s'll just fire mags for me
It's the telephone game, I done heard through the grape vine
^!$$%s talk crazy until the holows start firin'
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yeah, this is what it sound like when I'm rockin' four in the morning
%#@! slow down, I'm just $#&@ing with you
I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto like a mutha$#&@er, ha ha
Eh, a ^!$$%s calls object, call some (*##$es man
I'm finna have some (*##$es come over here
Oh my God, this is the life
Eh ^!$$% I tell you, my bank account bring goose bumps on your mutha$#&@ing bank
G-g-g-g-unit!!!
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