They praying on our downfall another time again
After the rain fall, the sun gon' shine again (that's right)
Don't buss no U-turns 'cause we ain't forgetting shit
And to all y'all that switched, suck my dick (let's go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, suck my dick
What? What?
You talking down on the family name, man, you wildin'
What? (get 'em)
I dare one of you niggas scream out, "No Diddy" (f*ck that nigga up)
Brought blow wit' me
Baddies they ready to go wit' me
I just nod and they know to go get 'em
Might see me with some pretty hoes wit' me
But ain't no ho in me
I just lay back in that Virgil Maybach, that shit like 450
Police raid the crib like they think we sellin' crack (we ain't doin' that)
But we out here sellin' tracks, multi-million dollar plaques
Rather put this shit on wax, all that gossip shit is wack
When all they had was 50 Cent, who put the city on the map?
Stop lyin', pops been hated on by many men and, nigga, that's fine
They gon't try and stop these M&M's and they gon' die tryin'
Pull up to the south side, we locked in, we got ties
Don't give a f*ck about no blogs 'cause we really outside
Ayo, C3, what the f*ck they talkin' 'bout?
Niggas say it's wartime then it's war, nigga
What we doin'? Niggas playin' with niggas' names and all that
F*ck that
Broke nigga, I don't know who even birth these ho niggas
All that woofin' on the net, well, now it's time to show niggas
Steady talkin' on the fam and we don't even know niggas
But go 'head play, one call away, we ain't sparin' no niggas (oh, that shit dead)
Countin' bandos in my Gucci sandals, these niggas is sick
Probably hatin' 'cause we rich, he must think we f*cked his bitch (brr)
Knock them wall down like when them feddy boys ran in both of our cribs
Too bad they ain't know we bought the one next door
'Cause that's the one they missed
How y'all talkin' like a nigga time up?
Throwin' shade, get your shines up
Askin' where my pops at, he on a G6 gettin' a line-up
All you pussy-ass niggas line up
Let's multiply the lies up
We runnin' shit, this Bad Boy, make a bad bitch wanna sign up
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They praying on our downfall another time again
After the rain fall, the sun gon' shine again (that's right)
Don't buss no U-turns 'cause we ain't forgetting shit
And to all y'all that switched, suck my dick (let's go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, suck my dick
What? What?
You talking down on the family name, man, you wildin'
What? (get 'em)
I dare one of you niggas scream out, "No Diddy" (f*ck that nigga up)
Brought blow wit' me
Baddies they ready to go wit' me
I just nod and they know to go get 'em
Might see me with some pretty hoes wit' me
But ain't no ho in me
I just lay back in that Virgil Maybach, that shit like 450
Police raid the crib like they think we sellin' crack (we ain't doin' that)
But we out here sellin' tracks, multi-million dollar plaques
Rather put this shit on wax, all that gossip shit is wack
When all they had was 50 Cent, who put the city on the map?
Stop lyin', pops been hated on by many men and, nigga, that's fine
They gon't try and stop these M&M's and they gon' die tryin'
Pull up to the south side, we locked in, we got ties
Don't give a f*ck about no blogs 'cause we really outside
Ayo, C3, what the f*ck they talkin' 'bout?
Niggas say it's wartime then it's war, nigga
What we doin'? Niggas playin' with niggas' names and all that
F*ck that
Broke nigga, I don't know who even birth these ho niggas
All that woofin' on the net, well, now it's time to show niggas
Steady talkin' on the fam and we don't even know niggas
But go 'head play, one call away, we ain't sparin' no niggas (oh, that shit dead)
Countin' bandos in my Gucci sandals, these niggas is sick
Probably hatin' 'cause we rich, he must think we f*cked his bitch (brr)
Knock them wall down like when them feddy boys ran in both of our cribs
Too bad they ain't know we bought the one next door
'Cause that's the one they missed
How y'all talkin' like a nigga time up?
Throwin' shade, get your shines up
Askin' where my pops at, he on a G6 gettin' a line-up
All you pussy-ass niggas line up
Let's multiply the lies up
We runnin' shit, this Bad Boy, make a bad bitch wanna sign up
After the rain fall, the sun gon' shine again (that's right)
Don't buss no U-turns 'cause we ain't forgetting shit
And to all y'all that switched, suck my dick (let's go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, suck my dick
What? What?
You talking down on the family name, man, you wildin'
What? (get 'em)
I dare one of you niggas scream out, "No Diddy" (f*ck that nigga up)
Brought blow wit' me
Baddies they ready to go wit' me
I just nod and they know to go get 'em
Might see me with some pretty hoes wit' me
But ain't no ho in me
I just lay back in that Virgil Maybach, that shit like 450
Police raid the crib like they think we sellin' crack (we ain't doin' that)
But we out here sellin' tracks, multi-million dollar plaques
Rather put this shit on wax, all that gossip shit is wack
When all they had was 50 Cent, who put the city on the map?
Stop lyin', pops been hated on by many men and, nigga, that's fine
They gon't try and stop these M&M's and they gon' die tryin'
Pull up to the south side, we locked in, we got ties
Don't give a f*ck about no blogs 'cause we really outside
Ayo, C3, what the f*ck they talkin' 'bout?
Niggas say it's wartime then it's war, nigga
What we doin'? Niggas playin' with niggas' names and all that
F*ck that
Broke nigga, I don't know who even birth these ho niggas
All that woofin' on the net, well, now it's time to show niggas
Steady talkin' on the fam and we don't even know niggas
But go 'head play, one call away, we ain't sparin' no niggas (oh, that shit dead)
Countin' bandos in my Gucci sandals, these niggas is sick
Probably hatin' 'cause we rich, he must think we f*cked his bitch (brr)
Knock them wall down like when them feddy boys ran in both of our cribs
Too bad they ain't know we bought the one next door
'Cause that's the one they missed
How y'all talkin' like a nigga time up?
Throwin' shade, get your shines up
Askin' where my pops at, he on a G6 gettin' a line-up
All you pussy-ass niggas line up
Let's multiply the lies up
We runnin' shit, this Bad Boy, make a bad bitch wanna sign up
Writer: Christian Combs
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.