Letra 50 Quando Rondo

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This my young nigga Pabb
I'ma get it, you can turn my headphones up on this one
Now, I really gotta make these niggas feel me
Whatever the roses, I said I believed her (Oh-oh)
And, I don't wan' kill 'em, I'm protectin' my people (Oh-oh)
Wantin' to check up and keepin' my heat up (Yeah)
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Know I was, you know I was born in this shit, not sworn in this shit
And, I also got my heart torn in this shit
You'd think, I just guess that come with the streets, like, look
(Favor, turn me up)
Oh-oh-oh, look
Oh-oh-oh, look
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Ayy, ayy, ayy, check this out, I really just 'bout to tell 'em how I feel

50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for 'bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin' racks on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows
I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
Weezy, where the beans at?
Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
Yeah, I been goin' through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
I feel like Boosie, I been goin' through some pain, I gotta keep a pistol

Before he try to take my chain, he might wan' take a couple .556s
See, I been walkin' through the rain with fucked up Js, you know my lifestyle realer
Back and fourth the youth detention
This for all the ones that doubted me, that thought I'd be a victim
Shout out all the ones that shot at me 'cause I done got a million (Woah)
This for all them trappers sellin' dope
Tryna run some racks up out a store
This for all them smackers, keep that pole
This for the ones who really stickin' to the code
I hope you get a appeal and come home
Get them checks and dollar bills, fuck a ho
'Cause if you catch a couple years, they gon' go
They gon' treat you like you jus' another ho

50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for 'bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin' rackets on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows
I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
Weezy, where the beans at?
Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
Yeah, I been goin' through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
I feel like Boosie, I been goin' through some pain, I gotta keep my pistol
50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for 'bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin' rackets on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows

I bought a smoke with EBT jus' for a gram to get some groceries
I can't wait to get on BET to promote, we got 'bows of weed
Last thing 'fore I leave the stage, I'm screamin' out, "We smokin' V"
It's hard to stop the violence even though I'm ridin' wit' YB
GMG, shout out V, the realest nigga on my team
Don't fuck with 49, but we be quick to rob you for yo' change
I done ran a forty-nine yards, fifty on a chain
Teddy at the seven where we Crippin' jus' in New Orleans
Don't you worry 'bout what's in my double cup, I'm feelin' like I'm Lil Wayne
Promethazine, a yellow Robitussin, straight codeine
Ballin' like I'm 'Melo, free my brother, filthy cocaine
Fuck the rap shit, on another level, trappin' in the dope game

50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for 'bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin' rackets on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows
I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
Weezy, where the beans at?
Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
Yeah, I been goin' through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
I feel like Boosie, I been goin' through some pain, I gotta keep my pistol
50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for 'bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin' rackets on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows