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Jace Iayze - 50 Cent Lyrics

[Intro: Cyraq]
(C-C-C-CookUpMason)
[?] where I got my first fifty
Bop, bop

[Chorus: Cyraq]
Try to rob me, he an idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit (Ha)
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch, either way, do him like 50 Cent (Bop, bop)
Uh, ARP make a Chinese nigga speak English (What he say?)
I could shoot the whole sixty out the clip, hit ya car up without me blinking (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
In the boat so I know niggas in the yacht one deep without me sinkin' (Bitch-ass)
I can get mad and up the blower, air this bitch out without me beefin' (Bow, bow)
When in war he can't sleep if he ain't up on that score (Score, nigga)
Rich talk, baby, used to be poor, catch 'em in that water, no remorse

[Verse 1: Cyraq]
Shoot the crowd, they fall down like bowling pins, nigga, thank mе later (Ha)
Broke ass opp just went to jail, I'ma gеt bro'nem to shank 'em later (Broke-ass)
Twenty-five shots, smoke 'em now or later, left 'em in the woods, he was found later (Bow, bow, bow)
Got a nigga bitch doing down payments, you ain't making noise get ya crown taken (Come here, boy)
Ayy, I just dumped on a opp at the store and I'll do it again (Bitch-ass)
Nigga talkin' 'bout he wanna be gang, so we gon shoot him in (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
Shoot yo' momma house up, make you move out like I'm moving in (Haha)
.300 Blackout shoot 3-round burst, that's my newest friend (Brrt, brrt, bow)
[Verse 2: Jace!]
I'm in a brand new coupe, it got two seats, so you ain't jumping in
He wanna be with the gang, I'm like, "Okay", but we can't jump him in (We can't jump him in)
Get the drop on that spot, we stake it out until we runnin' in (Bop, bah)
7.62 out a whole hundred, I could load it up, shoot it without me lookin' (Without me lookin')
Jump-out boys know how to creep, they'll catch that boy without him bookin' it (Skrrt, skrrt)
His lil' bitch tryna get on me (Bitch), fuck a thick bitch on some skinny nigga shit (Go)
I'on like school like Phineas (Like Phineas)
ARP left him hideous (Left him hideous)
I'ma get rich or I'ma die tryin' by any means like 50 Cent (Bitch)

[Chorus: Cyraq]
Try to rob me, he an idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit (Ha)
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch, either way, do him like 50 Cent (Bop, bop)
Uh, ARP make a Chinese nigga speak English (What he say?)
I could shoot the whole sixty out the clip, hit ya car up without me blinking (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
In the boat so I know niggas in the yacht one deep without me sinkin' (Bitch-ass)
I can get mad and up the blower, air this bitch out without me beefin' (Bow, bow)
When in war he can't sleep if he ain't up on that score (Score, nigga)
Rich talk, baby, used to be poor, catch 'em in that water, no remorse