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fifty cent - rowdy rowdy lyrics

[50 cent]
yo la n-gg-z are the rowdy n-gg-z
new orleans n-gg-z is rowdy n-gg-
d.c. n-gg-z is some rowdy n-gg-z
new york n-gg-z is the f-cking wildest n-gg-

yo, your man could have ran when i rubbed him but he froze
son i ain’t even rock him to sleep, the n-gg- dozed
the b-tch could have helped you get rich, but she sold
now you heartbroke, that’s what you get for lovin them hoes
an i’ll flow with no beat, is incomplete, it’s like a stickup kid
runnin round without no heat, it like a fifth with no kick
a fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit
a bad b-tch that won’t blow d-ck
it’s like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin spot with no dice
like f-ckin supermodel b-tches and not bustin off twice
i murda any mic device, for the right price, i’m nice
i only say tthings once, never twice, don’t f-ck with me

[chorus: 50 cent]

st. louis n-gg-z is rowdy rowdy
cleveland n-gg-z is bout it bout it
50 cent ain’t gonna kill ya n-gg-, don’t get doubted
got your gun, well don’t leave home without it
the memphis n-gg-z is rowdy rowdy
them shytown n-gg-z is bout it bout it
they’ll kill you and act like they don’t know sh-t about it
leave your body somewhere where no one can find it

[50 cent]
now if i pull out the gat and just push your wig back
i bet n-gg-z will stand around sayin “d-mn who did that?”
i’m the type n-gg- to dare you to touch the ?
i’m the type to borrow your gat and wont give the sh-t back
im f to the i – f -t – y – c – e – n – t
caress the -ss gently, and back up bentleys
you thought she was pimpin, son i was in the hamptons
in a heart shaped hot tub with the b-tch flappin
i plan to take over new york and start expandin
was bob marley singin about tex when he sung “i’m jammin'”
n-gg- f-ck with my cash and i’ma blast yo’ -ss
smash the glock out the stash in the dash in ??
flee in a flash, lay low let time go past
if you survive the shots i’ma find yo’ -ss
put the gat to your head and remind your -ss
i ain’t playin with you, i want my money motherf-cker

[chorus]

[50 cent]
yo, some n-gg- just shot the block up dog, word?
he had the same sh-t you got on dog, word?
i know you done did it so get the f-ck up outta hear, ya heard?
i run with n-gg-z that spray and strip and say that sh-t
you won’t let us pump on your block, f-ck it, we makin it hot
i’m that n-gg- that call the shots, with the iced out watch
from the cordless cell phone, and the baby blue drop
i got a lot of hungry n-gg-z with me straight from the street
cause these three n-gg-z are startin to look like something to eat
they got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand
my n-gg-z live in section eight of public housing
they murder you and keep sh-t low cause n-gg-z heard of you

[chorus 2x]

- fifty cent lyrics

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