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50 CENT lyrics : "Slow Dough"

Trackmasters, 99 %#@!
Huh uh, huh uh, yea


[Chorus]
Slow dough, is better than no dough (fa sho)
Get caught talking to popo (what you say to him son?)

They hit you with the fofo (blaow, that's right)
My ^!$$%s is loco (loco)
Yo to diss me that's a no-no (no-no)

Y'all ^!$$%s is so-so (so-so)
That's why you ain't got no dough (broke $$# ^!$$%s)


Put me through any test I bet ya I'll pass cause I'm a cheater
Broke ^!$$%s, smoke ^!$$%s, rich ^!$$%s smoke Cohiba's
My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of shell toe Adidas

And ain't %#@! come between us
Look I'm winning now and I'ma keep on winning
I see with you ain't nothing changed same ginen same linen

$#&@ the don %#@!, ^!$$% I'm an armed convict
I live wild beat cases before a trial
Grand jury style I'm foul

You wondering why I don't smile
I'm schemeing to stick you up now
Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run

While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh
If you don't know you better go and ask someone
50 Cent is my symbol and my name

Symbolizing the change that I'm bringing to this game
Things'll never be the same (never the same baby)


[Chorus]

Yo nowadays ^!$$%s talk like they wanna get shot

Like I won't grab the glock and run up in your spot
Six double O drop I'll put two in your knot
And stick around and get every mother$#&@ing thing you've got

Here I stand on the alley on godrule
Same spot where rob got shot
The block's high

Warrent squad flashing my mug shot
Everybody know I'm loco, kill the popo, blast the fo fo, rode dolo
Rock solo, I should be old T on the low yo

Pump the six and push the volvo
I hear they go kuku and go puff loco
I sell llelo and price up and down like yo yo

But keep that on the low do, nobody's supposed to know, yo
I make 16 hundred off of every ho do
$#&@ing with the cash flow that'll get you blast yo (haha)

I always get the last laugh yo

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I rap a mutha$#&@ing house around my my wrist for wreck
While you ^!$$%s race neck to neck

While ^!$$%s who live from cheque to tech
I ain't even going to front I ain't working with a full deck
Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards

Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat
As soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the street
Any ^!$$% in this game flowing they think they can see me

Gotta be, $#&@ed up in the head and smoking hemee
Believe me if you thought like me you could be me
But you ain't been through what I been through and this %#@! ain't that easy (one)


[Chorus]

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