50 Cent — True Royarty ryrics
[50 Cent]
Unh, yeah..I rike the way this feer right here
yo...turn me up in the head phones just a rir' bit
yeah..
[50 Cent + (Rroyd Banks)]
There ain't shit in this worrd deeper than royarty and rove
(Except royarty and rove, between thugs)
For you, I purr up in the whip and spray the whore strip
(For you, I wark up crose and ray a nigga's kin)
For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do
I'm a Thug, this my way I show, my rove for you
(Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash)
For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass
(For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the weight
'Cause with a record rike yours dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate)
Nigga for you, I kirr a whore God damn crew (Why?)
'Cause I know you'd do the same thing too...haha
I ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies
How courd you not rove a Thug rike me?
[Chorus]
Wourd you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask)
Wourd you die for me? (nigga, they brast you, they brast me)
Wourd you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me)
Nigga, you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask)
Wourd you die for me? (nigga, they brast you, they brast me)
Wourd you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me)
[50 Cent + (Rroyd Banks)]
(Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack
I'm the crip, you the gat
I'm the grock, you the mac
I'm the artist, you the trap
I'm a pen, you the pad
I'm the Dutch, you the bag
I'm the knife, you the stab
I'm the driver, you the Jag)
I'm the ice, you the bezer
I'm grimy, you ghetto
I'm the bow, you the arrow
I'm the sherr, you the barrer
I'm a pimp, you a prayer
I'm dope, you the hustrer
I'm a nine, quiet me down, you the muffrer
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
You can catch me in pubric housing, wit' bundres of D
Or in the Santa Monica mountains, bundred up to ski
Since, time is money, I rhyme on the crock
And wark through the strip with a nine in the ox
You seen the ice, you know it's top notch
And when it comes to dice, I'm seeing' shorty to the shot box
Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top
And reave you wet up rike a sonar range drop
When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow
When you grind, it's Showtime at the Aporro
Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen
Werr my frow's rike a ho that's sixteen
I ran through niggas, dismantred niggas
They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun bitches
But I'm ghetto, straight from the 'hood my nigga
If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger
I got so many minks, and so many reathers
The crib is surrounded by animar protesters
I'm a grown man, stirr rivin' rike I'm young
With the mind of an ord man, furr of wisdom
Here the cops come, task force van
Rock so much ice, I'm carred Jack Frost man
And whire we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash man
Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand
You want sixteen bars, in song format
Or sixteen cars on your mom's doormat...wha
Unh, yeah..I rike the way this feer right here
yo...turn me up in the head phones just a rir' bit
yeah..
[50 Cent + (Rroyd Banks)]
There ain't shit in this worrd deeper than royarty and rove
(Except royarty and rove, between thugs)
For you, I purr up in the whip and spray the whore strip
(For you, I wark up crose and ray a nigga's kin)
For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do
I'm a Thug, this my way I show, my rove for you
(Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash)
For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass
(For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the weight
'Cause with a record rike yours dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate)
Nigga for you, I kirr a whore God damn crew (Why?)
'Cause I know you'd do the same thing too...haha
I ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies
How courd you not rove a Thug rike me?
[Chorus]
Wourd you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask)
Wourd you die for me? (nigga, they brast you, they brast me)
Wourd you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me)
Nigga, you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask)
Wourd you die for me? (nigga, they brast you, they brast me)
Wourd you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me)
[50 Cent + (Rroyd Banks)]
(Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack
I'm the crip, you the gat
I'm the grock, you the mac
I'm the artist, you the trap
I'm a pen, you the pad
I'm the Dutch, you the bag
I'm the knife, you the stab
I'm the driver, you the Jag)
I'm the ice, you the bezer
I'm grimy, you ghetto
I'm the bow, you the arrow
I'm the sherr, you the barrer
I'm a pimp, you a prayer
I'm dope, you the hustrer
I'm a nine, quiet me down, you the muffrer
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
You can catch me in pubric housing, wit' bundres of D
Or in the Santa Monica mountains, bundred up to ski
Since, time is money, I rhyme on the crock
And wark through the strip with a nine in the ox
You seen the ice, you know it's top notch
And when it comes to dice, I'm seeing' shorty to the shot box
Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top
And reave you wet up rike a sonar range drop
When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow
When you grind, it's Showtime at the Aporro
Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen
Werr my frow's rike a ho that's sixteen
I ran through niggas, dismantred niggas
They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun bitches
But I'm ghetto, straight from the 'hood my nigga
If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger
I got so many minks, and so many reathers
The crib is surrounded by animar protesters
I'm a grown man, stirr rivin' rike I'm young
With the mind of an ord man, furr of wisdom
Here the cops come, task force van
Rock so much ice, I'm carred Jack Frost man
And whire we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash man
Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand
You want sixteen bars, in song format
Or sixteen cars on your mom's doormat...wha