50 Cent, Kidd Kidd - Everytime I Come Around lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent, Kidd Kidd - Everytime I Come Around lyrics]
N-Y, N-Y, 'til I D-ie n-Y, N-Y, 'till I D-ie
I'm on it everytime I come around
Me I keep my gun around it's never on safety
I'm on it niggas know when I'm around
Fuck around it's goin' down
No if's or maybe's
Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's
Niggas gettin' cake made
Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
You'll get your big break, man
You niggas ain't seen shit yet
One false move and I click clack
That oo-wop bitch I spit that
That hard white I flip that
That bad bitch get my dick wet
Damn how hot can my shit get?
Boy, get outta line get your ass checked
Got 10 mil' my last check
Bitches stay where that cash at
Diamonds on me I flash that
That 'Rari pedal I mash that
You pussy niggas I laugh at
That fuck shit that you fuck
Niggas be doin', man, i'm passed that
Hood nigga down there on Wall Street
My stock run across NASDAQ
Girl face on my time piece
Ridin' around with my crimeys
These broke niggas so grimy, I
Let 'em hold the steel
I tell 'em shoot to kill
I put south side on my back
I ain't talkin' 'bout no tat'
When I'm outta town I hold it down
I mean everywhere I'm at
I'm on it everytime I come around
Me I keep my gun around it's never on safety
I'm on it niggas know when I'm around
Fuck around it's goin' down
No if's or maybe's
Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's
Niggas gettin' cake made
Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
You'll get your big break, man
All my niggas crazy stupid, cuckoo
Got a loose screw
I might pew pew with that two-two then
Small bullets will mob through you
My bitch come from Honolulu with that
Dope ball in her doo doo
Put it on a train and choo choo and
The feds don't have a blues clues
Thumbing over, don't know voodoo but I sure
Know how to shoot you
If I get caught I don't boo hoo
I pick up the phone call BooBoo
He gonna bail me out in seconds
Please don't let this rap shit fool you
I send shooters to your home
See I don't need no songs to move you
My gorilla goin' ooh ooh
Boy your family could lose you
Put you in a box like new shoes
You's a bitch pull down your tu tu
When it come to gettin' money all
I know is we need bookoo's
Speakin' only in my Ryda Gang
Know what we gonna do to you
Everytime I come around
Me I keep my gun around it's never on safety
I'm on it niggas know when I'm around
Fuck around it's goin' down
No if's or maybe's
Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's
Niggas gettin' cake made
Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
You'll get your big break, man
I'm on it everytime I come around
Me I keep my gun around it's never on safety
I'm on it niggas know when I'm around
Fuck around it's goin' down
No if's or maybe's
Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's
Niggas gettin' cake made
Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
You'll get your big break, man
You niggas ain't seen shit yet
One false move and I click clack
That oo-wop bitch I spit that
That hard white I flip that
That bad bitch get my dick wet
Damn how hot can my shit get?
Boy, get outta line get your ass checked
Got 10 mil' my last check
Bitches stay where that cash at
Diamonds on me I flash that
That 'Rari pedal I mash that
You pussy niggas I laugh at
That fuck shit that you fuck
Niggas be doin', man, i'm passed that
Hood nigga down there on Wall Street
My stock run across NASDAQ
Girl face on my time piece
Ridin' around with my crimeys
These broke niggas so grimy, I
Let 'em hold the steel
I tell 'em shoot to kill
I put south side on my back
I ain't talkin' 'bout no tat'
When I'm outta town I hold it down
I mean everywhere I'm at
I'm on it everytime I come around
Me I keep my gun around it's never on safety
I'm on it niggas know when I'm around
Fuck around it's goin' down
No if's or maybe's
Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's
Niggas gettin' cake made
Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
You'll get your big break, man
All my niggas crazy stupid, cuckoo
Got a loose screw
I might pew pew with that two-two then
Small bullets will mob through you
My bitch come from Honolulu with that
Dope ball in her doo doo
Put it on a train and choo choo and
The feds don't have a blues clues
Thumbing over, don't know voodoo but I sure
Know how to shoot you
If I get caught I don't boo hoo
I pick up the phone call BooBoo
He gonna bail me out in seconds
Please don't let this rap shit fool you
I send shooters to your home
See I don't need no songs to move you
My gorilla goin' ooh ooh
Boy your family could lose you
Put you in a box like new shoes
You's a bitch pull down your tu tu
When it come to gettin' money all
I know is we need bookoo's
Speakin' only in my Ryda Gang
Know what we gonna do to you
Everytime I come around
Me I keep my gun around it's never on safety
I'm on it niggas know when I'm around
Fuck around it's goin' down
No if's or maybe's
Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's
Niggas gettin' cake made
Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
You'll get your big break, man