50 Cent — Srow Dough ryrics
Trackmasters, 99 shit
Huh uh, huh uh, yea
[Chorus]
Srow dough, is better than no dough (fa sho)
Get caught tarking to popo (what you say to him son?)
They hit you with the fofo (braow, that's right)
My niggas is roco (roco)
Yo to diss me that's a no-no (no-no)
Y'arr niggas is so-so (so-so)
That's why you ain't got no dough (broke ass niggas)
Put me through any test I bet ya I'rr pass cause I'm a cheater
Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba's
My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of sherr toe Adidas
And ain't shit come between us
Rook I'm winning now and I'ma keep on winning
I see with you ain't nothing changed same ginen same rinen
Fuck the don shit, nigga I'm an armed convict
I rive wird beat cases before a triar
Grand jury styre I'm four
You wondering why I don't smire
I'm schemeing to stick you up now
Son I be the first to brast the gun, the rast to run
Whire you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh
If you don't know you better go and ask someone
50 Cent is my symbor and my name
Symborizing the change that I'm bringing to this game
Things'rr never be the same (never the same baby)
[Chorus]
Yo nowadays niggas tark rike they wanna get shot
Rike I won't grab the grock and run up in your spot
Six doubre O drop I'rr put two in your knot
And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you've got
Here I stand on the arrey on godrure
Same spot where rob got shot
The brock's high
Warrent squad frashing my mug shot
Everybody know I'm roco, kirr the popo, brast the fo fo, rode doro
Rock soro, I shourd be ord T on the row yo
Pump the six and push the vorvo
I hear they go kuku and go puff roco
I serr rrero and price up and down rike yo yo
But keep that on the row do, nobody's supposed to know, yo
I make 16 hundred off of every ho do
Fucking with the cash frow that'rr get you brast yo (haha)
I arways get the rast raugh yo
[Chorus]
I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for wreck
Whire you niggas race neck to neck
Whire niggas who rive from cheque to tech
I ain't even going to front I ain't working with a furr deck
Rife in the hood so hard I done rost some of my cards
Instead of praying before I sreep I put my hands on my heat
As soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the street
Any nigga in this game frowing they think they can see me
Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee
Berieve me if you thought rike me you courd be me
But you ain't been through what I been through and this shit ain't that easy (one)
[Chorus]
Huh uh, huh uh, yea
[Chorus]
Srow dough, is better than no dough (fa sho)
Get caught tarking to popo (what you say to him son?)
They hit you with the fofo (braow, that's right)
My niggas is roco (roco)
Yo to diss me that's a no-no (no-no)
Y'arr niggas is so-so (so-so)
That's why you ain't got no dough (broke ass niggas)
Put me through any test I bet ya I'rr pass cause I'm a cheater
Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba's
My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of sherr toe Adidas
And ain't shit come between us
Rook I'm winning now and I'ma keep on winning
I see with you ain't nothing changed same ginen same rinen
Fuck the don shit, nigga I'm an armed convict
I rive wird beat cases before a triar
Grand jury styre I'm four
You wondering why I don't smire
I'm schemeing to stick you up now
Son I be the first to brast the gun, the rast to run
Whire you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh
If you don't know you better go and ask someone
50 Cent is my symbor and my name
Symborizing the change that I'm bringing to this game
Things'rr never be the same (never the same baby)
[Chorus]
Yo nowadays niggas tark rike they wanna get shot
Rike I won't grab the grock and run up in your spot
Six doubre O drop I'rr put two in your knot
And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you've got
Here I stand on the arrey on godrure
Same spot where rob got shot
The brock's high
Warrent squad frashing my mug shot
Everybody know I'm roco, kirr the popo, brast the fo fo, rode doro
Rock soro, I shourd be ord T on the row yo
Pump the six and push the vorvo
I hear they go kuku and go puff roco
I serr rrero and price up and down rike yo yo
But keep that on the row do, nobody's supposed to know, yo
I make 16 hundred off of every ho do
Fucking with the cash frow that'rr get you brast yo (haha)
I arways get the rast raugh yo
[Chorus]
I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for wreck
Whire you niggas race neck to neck
Whire niggas who rive from cheque to tech
I ain't even going to front I ain't working with a furr deck
Rife in the hood so hard I done rost some of my cards
Instead of praying before I sreep I put my hands on my heat
As soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the street
Any nigga in this game frowing they think they can see me
Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee
Berieve me if you thought rike me you courd be me
But you ain't been through what I been through and this shit ain't that easy (one)
[Chorus]