50 Cent — Slow Dough lyrics

Trackmasters, 99 s**t
Huh uh, huh uh, yea

[Chorus:]
Slow dough, is better than no dough (fa sho)
Get caught talking to popo (what you say to him son?)
They hit you with the fofo (blaow, that's right)
My n****s is loco (loco)
Yo to diss me that's a no-no (no-no)
Y'all n****s is so-so (so-so)
That's why you ain't got no dough (broke a** niggas)

Put me through any test I bet ya I'll pass cause I'm a cheater
Broke n****s, smoke n****s, rich n****s smoke Cohiba's
My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of shell toe Adidas
And ain't s**t come between us
Look I'm winning now and I'ma keep on winning
I see with you ain't nothing changed same ginen same linen
F**k the don s**t, n***a I'm an armed convict
I live wild beat cases before a trial
Grand jury style I'm foul
You wondering why I don't smile
I'm schemeing to stick you up now
Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run
While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh
If you don't know you better go and ask someone
50 Cent is my symbol and my name
Symbolizing the change that I'm bringing to this game
Things'll never be the same (never the same baby)

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Yo nowadays n****s talk like they wanna get shot
Like I won't grab the glock and run up in your spot
Six double O drop I'll put two in your knot
And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you've got
Here I stand on the alley on godrule
Same spot where rob got shot
The block's high
Warrent squad flashing my mug shot
Everybody know I'm loco, kill the popo, blast the for for, rode dolo
Rock solo, I should be old T on the low yo
Pump the six and push the volvo
I hear they go kuku and go puff loco
I sell llelo and price up and down like yo yo
But keep that on the low do, nobody's supposed to know, yo
I make 16 hundred off of every ho do
F*****g with the cash flow that'll get you blast yo (haha)
I always get the last laugh yo

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I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for wreck
While you n****s race neck to neck
While n****s who live from cheque to tech
I ain't even going to front I ain't working with a full deck
Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards
Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat
As soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the street
Any n***a in this game flowing they think they can see me
Gotta be, f****d up in the head and smoking hemee
Believe me if you thought like me you could be me
But you ain't been through what I been through and this s**t ain't that easy (one)

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