This is 50
Lyric by:★☆→小寳←★☆® MSN: moyuanzhai@msn.com
I don't know what you take me for
I really don't play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga its killin in me not to spray that shit
I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothafucka out this bitch
I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shit
I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tints
I do dirt, the gat bussa, get to kickin' up dust, 'fore the jakes come around here kid
niggas get knocked if they start askin' question, my name end up in all types of shit
I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo' sho', whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich
Now what you know about movin' that Peruvian Flavor that cake, I get rid of them bricks
I don't know what you take me