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50 cent - 300 shots lyrics

[50 cent + verse 1]
yeah….
y’all n+ggas spend too much time watchin’ fl!cks
who you wan’ be? tony montana n sh+t?
well you can start, right before his ass get hit
but when i walk up you can see the shotgun spit
ferrari roof go down, lam doors go up
i got big boy toys, when you gon’ grow up?
n+gga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
i’m still down to sell crack out a fiends home
god bless the child with a flawless flow
say gave a n+gga the talent to push blow
like a pimp watch a hoe, i watch the grams go
watch the stash grow, straight cash flow
i’m a hundred time bigger than preme in his prime
100 mill in my account and i’m still on the grind
when you ain’t in my clique, it’s hard to shine
i mean talent like this is so hard to find
g+unit!

[tony yayo + verse 2]
i don’t dream now that i’m livin, i’m out to get it
my truck an ak can hit it
i’m a rap tycoon, i was fly in thе whom
so i’m gettin ass like a public bathroom
i went from rikеrs island, to shows at the garden
automatic startin’ in the drop got your b+tch p+ssy fartin
my album about to drop in 7 days
but i still poke a rapper at the vma’s
kilo’s in a gram, po’s be my fans
that’s why i’m overseas doin shows in j+pan
i got gats from the future, see+through guns
so when my bullets leave the chamber i can see you run
n+gga i flip my advance before i ran through it
’cause that money turn haters into that barmen fluid
my dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10
keepin in a cool place from uncle ben
[mase + verse 3]
yeah, you know you messin’ with a n+gga that do this for a livin’
put two in the street while there’s two in the kitchen
put guns in n+ggas mouth like “who is you dissin’?”
be a year ‘fore they knew who you was missin’, n+gga
you gave, i had a gun at the chain, or one at the brain
i have hoes back of the church, hummin’ ya name
even then i feel it’s like cheat my men
watch god leave the sky to come and greet my men
i pop n+ggas in the chest they never breathe again
do 20 in the fitness see the streets again
just a man try wake up and can’t wake up
back guards face straight up with pounds of make up
’cause everytime i run, scream, pop a 3+80
i hear a mother scream “please not my baby”
quick as i see issue, bullets’ll hit you, boy
your n0body so no one’ll miss you
pain start to kickin’ it’s too much to get through
leave a n+gga leakin’ like the indian ritual
who wanna run up on me to get known quick
i blackout then sn+tch your chrome clique
leavin’ jail in ’91, made i’m homesick
move powerful like a farrakhan atonement
raised in, caged in, let my ways spin
face wrapped up like i’m saudi arabian

- 50 cent lyrics

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