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[Chorus]

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though

Cocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough

Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo

Fuck you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho

[Verse 1]

I smile when that money come, stunt when that money come

Niggas front when that money come, and I'ma have to handle them

Man I don't trust none of them, why they bringin' and come with them,

Why they come in a cop, fuck around and get shot

I wanna cold blood nigga shit I will pull a trigger 'cause

You'd better do your homework you'll find out who you fucking with

'Cause I ain't full of sucker shit, I'm joking no Chris Tucker shit

I ain't even smilin', I'ma 'bout to start wylin'

I got bricks of that Peruvian

A though face medicine, sniff that in doughs, that's a dope fiends regimen

Range Rover, game over, I'm getting my lean on

Hard to miss my target when I done click the beam on

I'm not the one to scheme on you, pussy niggas dream on

I give the work, fuck what ya heard, homeboy you gettin' shot

I'm out here with my chain on, my watch and pinky ring on

I hustle hard for this shit take a look at what I got

[Chorus]

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though

Cocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough

Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo

Fuck you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho

[Verse 2]

It's the same old, same old, extra clips, hollow tips

Niggas ain't playin' yo, we still on that gangsta shit

That block mine, find out when my Glock 9, pop

I'm surrounded by shooters, so I ain't got to shoot it

You niggas on computers better sit there and compute it

Dodge what I just said, or get shot and left for dead

You think you don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck

I pistol whip your ass down, watch your homies pick you up

I got 2 million cash, that's my brown bag money

Think maybe that's why niggas'll just fire mags for me

It's the telephone game, I done heard through the grape vine

Niggas talk crazy until the holows start firin'

[Chorus]

[Outro]

Yeah, this is what it sound like when I'm rockin' four in the morning

Shit slow down, I'm just fucking with you

I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto like a muthafucker, ha ha

Eh, a niggas calls object, call some bitches man

I'm finna have some bitches come over here

Oh my God, this is he life

Eh nigga I tell you, my bank account bring goose bumps on your muthafucking bank

G-g-g-g-unit!!!

50 Cent - All About Dough (Freestyle) – текст


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