50 CENT - NY To Compton lyrics

rate me

From NY to compton real respect real

One hand on the wheel, one hand on the steel

Roll that, pass that, cock that, blast that

Flip that, flash that, I'm always where the cash at

That's why I'm in a nigga crib screaming where the stash at

Nigga come up with the chips and get hit

This is that baretta bounce, that full clip sound

That six shot revolver dance, now spin around

Anyday gunplay, friday, monday

Strawberry sunday 'll light up your ??? (honda)

Your hoopty hit up, you aint dead get up

Nigga, one to the git-ut, 'll hurt more than your sit ups

It's nasty it's foul right, this is what my style like

Bang Bang, G Unit's the gang, mang

I reload and unload, I explode

on the track I'm more addicting than crack, better yet to smack

I'll take you higher and higher 50 is fire, word to Maniyah

This is not the beginning, I'm not done winning

Pray the lord keep me from sinning, the shit that I been in

Got me ready to squeeze, breeze, fuck the d's

Niggas spit bars, but they not like these

This is that porsche carrera ferrari F 50 flow

The type shit that bring flocks of 0's

Can you feel it, I make you feel it

I'll have the hood and the frenzie on some real shit

You rocking with the don dada, the blood clot charters

Follow orders, they treat me like I walk on water

I'm the tapdance king when I come to the bricks

I get to steppin in the name, hoes love this shit

Trust me, this is not what they expected

The kid back around to wreck shit

Niggas relie on the walls of ??? (vinom) the jewels 'll blind em

The unit be shining like no other motherfucker