50 Niggas Deep - Zoe Osama

(Feat. 50 Cent) (Intro: Havoc) Thats that creep Creep mode baby we in creep mode Come around here baby Shinnin like that (Havoc) Its crazy on this side, come thru gun thru Ohh ya man live out here Dont go and get comfortable Dont know what he told you, aint sweet around here And i dont care what he told you it aint sweet around here See me ridin in that infiniti, now thats not fair Whats that a two thousand and six? okay Playboy we got bombs detinate all day And you comin straight thru the hood, straight? We takin medium rare, grill to bakin us Lettin that? not? for the bait Oh You ment, you a local Guess what she bait She dont know right now but trust me the bitch bait Im gonan get all in her business cause shorty is madd cool My mans was diggen that and she a little bit national First time we catch you comin out of the buildin we snatchin you And takin whats your, first thing we askin you is... (Chorus: Havoc) Fuck brought your ass round here Like you somebody lookin like you the playa of? boy Fuck brought your ass round here This Queens little homie Get caught around here yah Fuck brought your ass round here Comin thru for these bitches, shit happen around here yah Fuck brought your ass round here Like niggas got somethin to live for round here (Prodigy) You ask me, all these rappers is bums Hav show me the flow and i ran wit it dun I mean really, you gotta be the most worst Rap shit i ever herd, compare to a P verse We emerge on the scene, everything seen Than stop... watch as they bling bling Nigga wanna swing swing, they must show And once we get in they ear, thats a rap broo Our songs good to go, stragiht to the radiOO Flex easy on the palm, let the niggas here the flow Of americas most, dangerous to have fans New york new york, we the kings of the thang Party too much, smoke too much grass And we never see the bright side, we only see the bad Fuck all that, thers a lot of niggas dead And i wont let em get me how they got them (Chorus: Havoc) Fuck brought your ass round here Like you somebody lookin like you the playa of? boy Fuck brought your ass round here This Queens little homie Get caught around here yah Fuck brought your ass round here Comin thru for these bitches, shit happen around here yah Fuck brought your ass round here Like niggas got somethin to live for round here (50 Cent) Yeah cock that, aim that, squeze that, shoot the steal Cadilac coop deville, wood grain on the wheel Cocain in the pot, baking soda, water hot When the ice cubes drop, look at that, thaaaats craaack Bag that, nigga stack, black hoodie, fitted hat Grimey nigga wit a gat, screamin where the money at My hood, southside, riders ride, thats riiight Ya yoooo he know, banks know, buck know Shit it aint about the dough, i aint really wit it yo Camoflauged on the low, ridin round with the heat I aint say whats up to you, nigga you dont know me Im on the griiind all time, heavy shine and the nine Clip filled to the tips, stunt ill get on some shit Different day different bitch, old hooptie new kicks Oldsmobile fuck that, no rims, hub caps Keep my eyes open for the niggas i done buck that! grrrrrrr (Chorus: Havoc) Fuck brought your ass round here Like you somebody lookin like you the playa of? boy Fuck brought your ass round here This Queens little homie Get caught around here yah Fuck brought your ass round here Comin thru for these bitches, shit happen around here yah Fuck brought your ass round here Like niggas got somethin to live for round here

Yeah Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my shoes You wouldn't go against me cause you know you would lose It's been along time comin' I done paid my dues Now every time I turn around it's like I'm back in the news I know alot of niggaz want me wearin' cement shoes And Uncle Tom niggaz wanna see me locked up to Around the same time KRS was writin' Black Cop I was busy tryin' to pump cracks in the black blocks Poppin' shit to my homeys about how my gat pop Got rid of that chrome thing and got back a black glock P ninety hold ten but I had six shots I used to walk around with it and risk gettin' knocked I bought a fresh box of bullets from Old Man Sam Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad it was itchin' my hand Some shot it out with me, and some of them ran And some of them dashed were good and some of them jammed Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Now if you take a good look and look into my face And if they wouldn't even dare to violate my space Som' I did so much dirt, I'm tryin' to clean my slate And ate so many niggaz food and now they want mines ate The dogs bark when I walk and since the souls I took Moms pray for me with her right hand on the good book Saw shots fly by me, no, I shouldn't been trippin' The Pulp Fiction must have been God's divine intervention Wouldn't thought then from that, I learned my lesson And clean my act up and go straight to perfection Uncle La got knocked the feds hit it with seven And left me with the fifty cal and a mac eleven Start everything from everything from heads to the worries And had half the hood damn near wanted to mirk us Found myself askin' God what the fuck is my purpose You go to heaven, know I'm foul but put a good word in Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Now homey if I go to Hell and you make it to the pearly gates Tell the boss man we got beef And tell his only son, I'm a see him when I see him And when I see him, I'm a beat him like a movie For leavin' us out to dry on straight poverty For not showin' me no signs they watchin' over me Yo! We a new breed in two thousand six We don't give a fuck about that religious bullshit Nigga show me where the cash at The nice whips with the three car garage to fit them shits Man my life is painful, pray to angels I'm prayin' to myself hopin', I ain't got to spank you My bullets shank you, and when my guns start cuttin' Ain't nobody gon' save you In the bible times, they ain't had to deal with the shit We dealin' within, these survival times Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

Yeah, oh, yeah What the fuck you lookin' at, shorty? You don't want it, lil' nigga You'se a shooter then shoot, nigga, I'm doin' my thang If you seen a, my nina, you seen it go bang Just like they do in your hood, they do it in mines, mayne I put a hole in a nigga, I ain't motherfuckin' playin' You'se a shooter then shoot, nigga, I'm doin' my thang If you seen a, my nina, you seen it go bang Just like they do in your hood, they do it in mines, mayne I put a hole in a nigga, I ain't motherfuckin' playin' You niggaz ain't nuttin' but clown killers, for real I'm down with the Unit, for the Gorillas, for real Go bananas if you want, ooh, ooh, you gettin' peeled Y'all shoot for the shoot, we do this for real Clap me's a motherfucker, make more mil's Cash me a check, cop more wheels Shorty, you a bad bitch, a good ass steel Now, up upon this dillz an' smeared that lip gloss Me an' P share bitches like we switch Porsche My hammer navigate beef, Hummer don't get lost Boy, that Desert Eagle have that whole shit ripped off Yeah, we get that gwop 'cause we make shit that pop Heavy rotation, your shit flop Won't stop 'til we get to that top If the gun too far then you will get oxed Y'all niggaz ain't real, y'all just talk a lot You'se a shooter then shoot, nigga, I'm doin' my thang If you seen a, my nina, you seen it go bang Just like they do in your hood, they do it in mines, mayne I put a hole in a nigga, I ain't motherfuckin' playin' You'se a shooter then shoot, nigga, I'm doin' my thang If you seen a, my nina, you seen it go bang Just like they do in your hood, they do it in mines, mayne I put a hole in a nigga, I ain't motherfuckin' playin' If you a killer then kill somethin', you talkin' all day Frontin', killin' nuttin', you niggaz is real gay See me shinin', mad diamonds, now what can I say I'm a mega star, never thought it'd be this way Niggaz fightin' for the bottom, I feel your pain I'm at the top an' I'm never comin' back again Except for when I come to scoop lil' shorty good brains Out the hood, you see me in yo' hood, don't play I open up yo' head an' expose yo' brain It's not a joke or a game an' I ain't tryin' to advance My rap lines, please believe what I say I'm a Mobb nigga, nigga, I do this all day Hit the weed, hit the gas on the Lamb' to skate See me comin' through the club, get out of my way You don't know me, man, get out of my face 'Fore I flip, no shit, you niggaz get sprayed You'se a shooter then shoot, nigga, I'm doin' my thang If you seen a, my nina, you seen it go bang Just like they do in your hood, they do it in mines, mayne I put a hole in a nigga, I ain't motherfuckin' playin' You'se a shooter then shoot, nigga, I'm doin' my thang If you seen a, my nina, you seen it go bang Just like they do in your hood, they do it in mines, mayne I put a hole in a nigga, I ain't motherfuckin' playin'

I'm better off without you (Elvis) Grrah, like, what? (And it's finally clear to see) Every opp shot (the person I was missing) Osama shit, nigga, gang (it's not you, it's me) Now I'm better off without you (grrah, grrah) And it's finally clear to see (stop tryna -, like, what?) The person I was missing (like, O-Y-O -, like, O-Y-O -) It's not you, it's me (grrah, grrah-grrah, boom) Better without you, just me and my chrome (I'm better off without you) I'm like, "Baby just leave me alone" (grrah-grrah, damn) Pop out the cut just to see what he on (on bro) (and it's finally clear to see) If he move, he get one in his dome (grrah-grrah, boom) She act bad, she act boujee (grrah) (the person I was missing) Off the Migos, she shakin' that booty (booty) Like shake that, girl (it's not you, it's me) You my ride or die bitch, tryna give you the world (like, shake that shit) Is you flockin' for me? (On bro) (I'm better off without you) Is you ridin' for me? Is you dyin' with me? (Damn) Got tw opps I been dyin' to see (like, grrah-grrah) (and it's finally clear to see) Let's take a trip, stop hidin' from me (word) Keep it on me, they plottin' on me (the person I was missing) Like, everything dead, I ain't coppin' the plea's (grrah-grrah, boom) See the opps, I'ma flock at the V (it's not you, it's me) Like, I throw eight, DD flock fifteen (on bro) Yeah, they say I be thuggin' a lot (grrah, like, what?) (without you) Yeah, they say I be buggin' a lot (grrah) I keep me a chop, can't go out like rah (rah, rah) (and it's finally clear to see) Learned that when (sh-) got shot (damn) And I'm on my bullshit (like) (the person I was missing) 2022, I'm 'bout to go stupid (on bro) Whole gang comin' up (it's not you, it's me) O to the Y, we move ruthless, like (what?) You say you tryna pack you a O-Y (now, I'm better off without you) But you ran on your mans then he died (Lotti) EFS, while we spin the SevSide (and it's finally clear to see) Got a gun on my hip wit' a sight (grrah-grrah, boom) Never lack, can't go out like Nazzy (the person I was missing) I see a opp, yeah, I'm shootin' like Scottie (damn) Notti he with me, gon' oot with his right (Like, he -) (it's not you, it's me) He spot a opp, he takin' they life (grrah) See a Gz I'ma up on my gun (on bro) (now, I'm better off without you) Do that hit then go on a run (grrah-grrah, damn) DDot don't play, he'll do it for fun (like, like) (and it's finally clear to see) He spot a opp, he makin' them run (The person I was missing) Grrah, grrah, grrah, every opp shot (grrah-grrah, boom) (it's not you) Every opp shot (like), nigga (like) (it's me) Suck my dick We ride four deep in the V (better off without you) Two O's in the back, one knock each seat (on bro) Got a bop and she suckin' the team (and it's finally clear to see) And it's still free the rock he ain't coppin' the plea (bitch) Me and Notti be totin' berettas (the person I was missing) If we see a opp, he get poked through the sweater Grrah, grrah, grrah (grrah-grrah-grrah) (it's not you, it's me) If we see a opp, he get poked through the sweater Ayo JJ, actin' kuu with the deuce (now, I'm better off without you) He could get shot if he jackin' the Two Word to my mother, I'ma up it and - (and it's finally clear to see) I said word to my mother, I'ma up it and boom And niggas be chattin' like they make the rules (like, what?) (The person I was missing) Why they rap about shit they ain't do? Smokin' on Rah, he got hit in his head (it's not you, it's me) Catch sha, put the beam to his dreads (Now, I'm better off without you) Grrah, grrah, like, every opp shot, damn (and it's finally clear to see) Suck my dick, like, mm-mm-mmm (the person I was missing) (It's not you, it's me) (aye) Better without you, just me and my chrome (Better without you, just me and my chrome) (wow, I'm better off without you) I'm like, "Baby just leave me alone" (I'm like, "Baby just leave me alone") Pop out the cut just to see what he on (and it's finally clear to see) If he move, he get one in his dome She act bad, she act boujee (she act bad, she act boujee) (the person I was missing) Off the Migos, she shakin' that booty (Off the Migos she shakin' that booty) Like shake that, girl (It's not you, it's me) You my ride or die bitch, tryna give you the world, grrah (you my ride or die bitch, tryna give you the world, grrah) I'm better off without you And it's finally clear to see (got some opps I been dyin' to see) Let's take a trip, stop hidin' from me (the person I was missing) Keep it on me, they plottin' on me (it's not you, it's me) See the opps, I'ma flock at the V like -