50 Cent - Tia Told Me (Rick Ross, DJ Khaled & Fat Joe Diss) lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - Tia Told Me Rick Ross, DJ Khaled & Fat Joe Diss lyrics]
You won't believe what Tia told me
(You ain't gonna believe this shit nigga)
Your fuckin career is over homey
(You're done it's a wrap nigga)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
I'm back baby I'm back back on my bullshit
I'm back movin around strapped
With a full clip these rap niggas they back
Talkin that back talk
I stab a hole in your fat
Back with the black hawk
Who got your back now Ricky
Huh?! Who got your back?
I got the black on black Louis sack
Filled up with the straps
Navy blue CTS leanin in the 'lac
Way back I mean wayyyyyyyyyyyy back
Back in the days it was ok to fuck with me
Now you say the wrong shit niggas
Hit ya up for me
Wait! Let me tell ya what your baby told me
You ain't got a street bone
In your whole body
You're not, who you think you are
With your gun and your badge
You think you're hard
Actin like you're movin blow in the streets
Nigga where I'm from we gotta hustle to eat
And you the police
You won't believe what Tia told me
Your fuckin career is over homey
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
SHUT THE FUCK UP! We don't wanna
Hear your mafia tough talk
That fake fuck boy shit don't fly in New York
You wanna listen to Joe? You
Wanna listen to Khaled?
Fine, I'll just fuck everybody up
While I'm at it first, It's We The Best
Then it's We Depressed
After this shit flop there
Like damn We Stressed
We a mess he's not the nigga to test
It's ninety degrees out here and
We gotta wear a vest
Call me crazy go 'head call me crazy
Me and your baby mama 'gon get intimate maybe
Imagine how she felt when she
Seen how I lived when I use the intercom to
Find niggas in my crib
Hey! I'm the biggest boss she seen thus far
My money comin in the mornin so
I'm up with Russ Par
Early in the mornin turn your radio on
50 bout to come on, you missin the joint
You won't believe what Tia told me
(Man you ain't 'gon believe this shit)
Your fuckin career is over homey
(You're done Ricky)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
I just feel like I'm showin off
Now! I mean I'm rich man!
I have disposable cash
I be hangin out with Russell! We do yoga!
To relax! You know I have
A temper problem! You know!
I talked to LA reid, I said awwwwwwwwwww man!
LA i mean Rick Ross is finished!!
I mean I have to help him
Out with somethin over there
Because I'm disposin of him, but a
I mean, it will be fine, we'll work it out
You know, it's just politics, ha ha!!!
You won't believe what Tia told me
(You won't believe it)
Your fuckin career is over homey
(Tia's diary)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
(It's Deeper Than Rap March 24th!!)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
(shut the fuck up!!!!)
(You ain't gonna believe this shit nigga)
Your fuckin career is over homey
(You're done it's a wrap nigga)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
I'm back baby I'm back back on my bullshit
I'm back movin around strapped
With a full clip these rap niggas they back
Talkin that back talk
I stab a hole in your fat
Back with the black hawk
Who got your back now Ricky
Huh?! Who got your back?
I got the black on black Louis sack
Filled up with the straps
Navy blue CTS leanin in the 'lac
Way back I mean wayyyyyyyyyyyy back
Back in the days it was ok to fuck with me
Now you say the wrong shit niggas
Hit ya up for me
Wait! Let me tell ya what your baby told me
You ain't got a street bone
In your whole body
You're not, who you think you are
With your gun and your badge
You think you're hard
Actin like you're movin blow in the streets
Nigga where I'm from we gotta hustle to eat
And you the police
You won't believe what Tia told me
Your fuckin career is over homey
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
SHUT THE FUCK UP! We don't wanna
Hear your mafia tough talk
That fake fuck boy shit don't fly in New York
You wanna listen to Joe? You
Wanna listen to Khaled?
Fine, I'll just fuck everybody up
While I'm at it first, It's We The Best
Then it's We Depressed
After this shit flop there
Like damn We Stressed
We a mess he's not the nigga to test
It's ninety degrees out here and
We gotta wear a vest
Call me crazy go 'head call me crazy
Me and your baby mama 'gon get intimate maybe
Imagine how she felt when she
Seen how I lived when I use the intercom to
Find niggas in my crib
Hey! I'm the biggest boss she seen thus far
My money comin in the mornin so
I'm up with Russ Par
Early in the mornin turn your radio on
50 bout to come on, you missin the joint
You won't believe what Tia told me
(Man you ain't 'gon believe this shit)
Your fuckin career is over homey
(You're done Ricky)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
I just feel like I'm showin off
Now! I mean I'm rich man!
I have disposable cash
I be hangin out with Russell! We do yoga!
To relax! You know I have
A temper problem! You know!
I talked to LA reid, I said awwwwwwwwwww man!
LA i mean Rick Ross is finished!!
I mean I have to help him
Out with somethin over there
Because I'm disposin of him, but a
I mean, it will be fine, we'll work it out
You know, it's just politics, ha ha!!!
You won't believe what Tia told me
(You won't believe it)
Your fuckin career is over homey
(Tia's diary)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
(It's Deeper Than Rap March 24th!!)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
(shut the fuck up!!!!)