50 Cent- All About Dough (Freestyle) Lyrics

them
Man I don`t trust none of them, why they bringin` and fall with them,
Why they fall in a cop, fuck around and get shot
I wanna cold blood nigga shit I will draw a trigger `cause
You`d better do your homework you`ll get out who you fucking with
`Cause I ain`t full of sucker shit, I`m joking no Chris Tucker shit
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 overlook my place when I done click the air on
I`m not the one to scheme on you, pussy niggas dream on
I have the work, fuck what ya heard, homeboy you gettin` shot
I`m out hither with my chain on, my check and pinky ring on
I hustle hard for this shit take a face at what I got

[Chorus]
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though
Cocaine, heroin, we `bout dough, we `bout dough
Cops coming, we runnin`, we out yo, we out yo
Fuck you thought we was trickin`, get out ho, get out ho

[Verse 2]
It`s the same old, same old, extra clips, hollow tips
Niggas ain`t playin` yo, we yet on that gangsta shit
That block mine, find out when my Glock 9, pop
I`m surrounded by shooters, so I ain`t got to take it
You niggas on figurers better sit there and compute it
Dodge what I only said, or get shot and odd for dead
You suppose you don`t make a fuck nigga, I don`t have a fuck
I pistol whip your ass down, watch your homies pick you up
I got 2 million cash, that`s my brown bag money
Think maybe that`s why niggas`ll just fire mags for me
It`s the telephone game, I done heard through the grape vine
Niggas talk crazy until the holows start firin`

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah, this is what it sound like when I`m rockin` four in the morning
Shit slow down, I`m just fucking with you
I`m ghetto, I`m ghetto like a muthafucker, ha ha
Eh, a niggas calls object, call some bitches man
I`m finna have some bitches come over here
Oh my God, this is the life
Eh nigga I assure you, my bank account bring goose bumps on your muthafucking bank
G-g-g-g-unit!!!

[50 Cent- All About Dough (Freestyle) Lyrics]

50 Cent- All About Dough (Freestyle) Lyrics

them
Man I don`t trust none of them, why they bringin` and fall with them,
Why they fall in a cop, fuck around and get shot
I wanna cold blood nigga shit I will draw a trigger `cause
You`d better do your homework you`ll get out who you fucking with
`Cause I ain`t full of sucker shit, I`m joking no Chris Tucker shit
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 overlook my place when I done click the air on
I`m not the one to scheme on you, pussy niggas dream on
I have the work, fuck what ya heard, homeboy you gettin` shot
I`m out hither with my chain on, my check and pinky ring on
I hustle hard for this shit take a face at what I got

[Chorus]
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though
Cocaine, heroin, we `bout dough, we `bout dough
Cops coming, we runnin`, we out yo, we out yo
Fuck you thought we was trickin`, get out ho, get out ho

[Verse 2]
It`s the same old, same old, extra clips, hollow tips
Niggas ain`t playin` yo, we yet on that gangsta shit
That block mine, find out when my Glock 9, pop
I`m surrounded by shooters, so I ain`t got to take it
You niggas on figurers better sit there and compute it
Dodge what I only said, or get shot and odd for dead
You suppose you don`t make a fuck nigga, I don`t have a fuck
I pistol whip your ass down, watch your homies pick you up
I got 2 million cash, that`s my brown bag money
Think maybe that`s why niggas`ll just fire mags for me
It`s the telephone game, I done heard through the grape vine
Niggas talk crazy until the holows start firin`

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah, this is what it sound like when I`m rockin` four in the morning
Shit slow down, I`m just fucking with you
I`m ghetto, I`m ghetto like a muthafucker, ha ha
Eh, a niggas calls object, call some bitches man
I`m finna have some bitches come over here
Oh my God, this is the life
Eh nigga I assure you, my bank account bring goose bumps on your muthafucking bank
G-g-g-g-unit!!!

[50 Cent- All About Dough (Freestyle) Lyrics]

50 CENT - 6 OUT OF 6 LYRICS

ya
Times running out, I'ma get ya boy

[50 cent - verse 1]
I threw a b-boy style, bullet wound in my smile
That beef I make it, n-ggas I gets down
Call it what you want, the clip, the ladder, banana
I bet when I force it, n-ggas scatter
The hoes, that's a wholly different story
Find out the baby aint mine, right there on maury
Me I have the whip fishtail, trunk full of fishscale
Raw market itself, sucka the shit sell
That's 36 o's of love, give me kiss, give me love
Get to talk in codes, the phones bugged
This ferrari I get to the green, half man, hald machine
*tu, tu, tu* I'm on ya head with the beam
So focused ferocious, I shoot ya pretty ass out them gucci loafers
You're f-cking with the incorrect one
The substantial one that god gave the gift
Stop the hater shit, you wanna have it
Why would you be mad I dun made it bitch

[Hook]
Tell me how do you wish it, the tongue or the razor
You running, I'm coming to get you boy
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You can hide if you need but nothing can save ya
Times running out, I'ma get ya boy
(Freeway)
Get get gully, g-g-get gully
Get get gully, g-g-get gully
We get gully and we get money
Them schemin' ass chicks can't get shit from me

[50 cent - verse 2]
Rain drops from heaven the angels cryin'
It's raining outside, envision my gun firin'
Red and white flashes, the police coming
N-gga you aint hittin' none, why the f-ck are you running
I have your momma wish your ass was a stillborn
When that eagle get to chirping on the front lawn
Where's teh love, I don't know but here's the snub
Sucker barrel swallow the slug, die like a thug
You know it's actually not deserving it
To f-ck with me, you'd rather tongue kiss the serpent
Don't cry we all die
It's simply a count of time
N-gga one scene from the club will shatter your spine
Uh, the death of my breed, criminal tendancies inside of an emcee
F-ck around I will draw you
Run from me, I will see you
Forgot I'm nice, I will prompt you

[Hook]

[50 cent]
One, two, fifty coming for you
Three, four, better lock ya door
Five, six, grab ya crucifix
Seven, eight, don't stick up late
The monsters back
Yeah, I take a target
So I can hit their head
I'm nice!

6 Out Of 6 (Get Gully) - 50 Cent

hoes, thats a wholly different story Find out the baby aint mine, right there on Maury Me I have the whip fishtail, trunk full of fishscale Raw market itself, sucka the shit sell Thats 36 o`s of love, give me kiss, give me love Get to talk in codes, the phones bugged This Ferrari I get to the green, half man, hald machine *Tu, tu, tu* I`m on ya head with the air So focused ferocious, I shoot ya pretty ass out them Gucci loafers You`re f-cking with the damage one The firm one that God gave the gift Stop the hater shit, you wanna have it Why would you be mad I dun made it bitch [Hook] Tell me how do you need it, the tongue or the razor You running, I`m coming to get you boy You can hide if you need but nothing can save ya Times running out, I`ma get ya boy (Freeway) Get get gully, g-g-get gully Get get gully, g-g-get gully We get gully and we get money Them schemin` ass chicks can`t get shit from me [50 Cent - Verse 2] Rain drops from heaven the angels cryin` It`s raining outside, envision my gun firin` Red and white flashes, the police coming N-gga you aint hittin` none, why the f-ck are you running I make your momma wish your ass was a stillborn When that eagle get to chirping on the front lawn Where`s teh love, I don`t know but here`s the snub Sucker barrel swallow the slug, die like a thug You know it`s actually not deserving it To f-ck with me, you`d rather tongue kiss the serpent Don`t cry we all die It`s simply a thing of time N-gga one scene from the club will shatter your spine Uh, the last of my breed, criminal tendancies inside of an emcee F-ck around I will draw you Run from me, I will get you Forgot I`m nice, I will prompt you [Hook] [50 Cent] One, two, fifty coming for you Three, four, better lock ya door Five, six, grab ya crucifix Seven, eight, don`t stick up late The monsters back Yeah, I take a point So I can hit their head I`M NICE! - Source: 50 Cent - 6 Out Of 6 (Get Gully) Lyrics