50/50, Yung Ro, Mista Madd Bringing you, some mo' thug ish Yeah, all about this green cheese This for my thugs, feel me on this No, feel us on this ay
[50/50 Twin] 50/50 got grind, cause he was born with it I thank God all the time, that I was born fitty I don't call pshycic lines, or get palm reading I put a rain coat on my spine, when I see the storm reaching Um briefly, I must describe a hustler with heart From his greens cheese, to God struggled apart Dump his main squeeze, you know why she bugging him a lot Over petty things, like why we never go chill at the park If it's cash, he get it five dollars and up He don't flash, but really got Impalas and trucks The stash, gon fill it ten thousand dollars and up Sleep fast, enough chilling now it's time to get bucks Roll one deep, that way he don't have to split nicks Roll one sweet, that way he can stash it really quick Clothes come cheap, that way he ain't attractive to chicks Four hundred G's, practically he having them bricks
[Hook] All my thugs, bust your guns Represent your shit, throw up your hood you from Fire up the hydro, if you holding some Grind and get your million, that you're focused on Soon as you get some bread, here the roaches come If they have they hand out, give em no response Matter fact, watch the hoes cause those the ones Try not to spend shit, even fold your ones
[Yung Ro] You niggaz got me fucked up, bucked down and sideways Pain In Full starving artists, and I ain't ate in my five days I got five ways to get do', I'ma give you three Pimping hustling, and rapping on beats I'm grinding in these streets, Boogie D a crack cutter A B county headbuster, serving them crack suckers We got crack for crackheads, that'll crack your head Pregnant smokers take a puff, and crack they eggs And if they late paying us, Cat'll crack your legs We so deep in this shit, we gotta tap the FEDs You never know what niggaz wearing, so I aim for the head And always check my clientele, in case they came with the FEDs I'ma slowly torture you, until you tell me who hired you Put a bullet in your head, if I feel they wired you Where my thugs at grinding, surran brick wrapping I'm at cross relationships, trying not to quit rapping
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[Mista Madd] I ain't gon say they saved the best for last, it was out of respect A bunch of killers on my payroll, so you don't wanna flex I never do dirt, I got dirty cats that get dirty And they already know, I got a ton of attorneys Paid In Full is the streets, but call me the Don Y'all little tricks in the game, I done this for way too long I use to be Mista Madd, cause local rappers made me pissy Now you niggaz wanna sign, you niggaz use to diss me Twin call me the mob boss, but Marcus calls me pa That there, that's the um B I just bought Don't hate me little daddy, cause I love myself Sometimes I wanna jump back, and kiss myself This little broad on my brain, she gon kiss myself I do em two at a time, uh-uh I don't need no help See I'm heavy in the game, moving weight but not weight These c.d.'s I serve the cookie cutters, mad so I bake Giving five orders shake, Paid In Full is my faith The million dollar deal turned down, it's what I already made See you jumped on the first deal, your label would offer That's why your label's like the legend, of that boy Jimmy Hoffa No one can find ya, man tell me where you are All you saw was the stars, and you ain't even a star Hey look at that dude there, in that color changing car Admit it it's hard, but Mista Madd just went hard
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