[50 Cent] Yeah, it's 50 One shot, one kill, what's the deal Yeah, what's the deal
[Ref.] Listen lil' homie, when it rains it pours Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours Get caught in lead showers just because Niggas ain't playin', when it rains it pours Niggas get set up, when it rains it pours End up wet up, that's when it rains it pours It usually, goes down over money and whores But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours
[Zwrotka 1] Ain't nothin' changed, niggas doin' the same ol' shit Them new hollow tips in them same ol' clips In the projects, niggas fuck with the same ol' chicks And some how, they still think that they game is so sick Now from the rip, niggas know I'm 'bout my grip I don't trick, man I barely even feed a bitch She say I'm stingy, I say, "I don't need you bitch" Go 'head leave, see if I chase you, shit! Tell yo' mammy, I catch her in the streets I'mma get her She know I'm on parole, why she call police on a nigga? She just mad, cause a nigga pockets on swole When she ask to borrow some, I say hell naw! I was tellin' the lil' homies all about this shit To keep yo' mind on yo' money And don't trust no bitch Keke hit high notes, when them pigs came But her ass kinda fat, so niggas treat her the same This is real
[Ref.] Listen lil' homie, when it rains it pours Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours Get caught in lead showers just because Niggas ain't playin', when it rains it pours Niggas get set up, when it rains it pours End up wet up, that's when it rains it pours It usually, goes down over money and whores But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours
[Zwrotka 2] Blood stains on my stoop, when Akbar got shot When homocide outside, nigga I'm not This the third time them niggas done circled the block It's money out now yeah, but damn it's hot They'll love to catch a nigga, on a direct sale They say, "tell us who caught the body, or you goin' to jail" Look, if you know the drill you stay the fuck outta dodge And say what's happenin' to the captain And say what's up to the sarge Fuck bein' in a cage man, that shit for the birds Charlie drunk, drinkin' wild irish rose on the curb I know a spot full of niggas tryin' to bet a few bucks Hopin they number come out, they can have 'em some luck Went from the Ace to the duece, and stumbled off mad Lost his re-up money man, that's all he had Magazine from the store, so he can look at the cars And do pull up's in the park, on the monkey bars Mad as fuckTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
