50 Cent - 1998 Freestyle lyrics

50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]

[50 Cent - 1998 Freestyle lyrics]

Son I'm realer in the street than I am on wax
So if you see me in New York
See me making my stacks
And if you see me on the island
You see me taking a jack
And I think I'm all that
How y'all niggas feel 'bout that?
Be careful
This rap shit will get to ya' head
Have you screamin' "fuck the police"
When you scared of the feds
Here's a jewel: love your enemies
And hate your friends
Your enemies remain the same
Your friends always change
I travel, state to state
Stash box filled with weight jaguar XK8
Money machine count papes'
Kites with five words
Kill them now don't wait
For 21 years I've been sober
Sling dope from crack i dabbled with rap
Then I fucking relapse
Hydro and hash I'm twistin' it
Cash, I'm getting it cristal, I'm sippin' it
Hot shit, I'm spittin' it

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