50 Cent God Gave Me Style Lyrics Meaning
Showcases drop, when that chopper chop. Going deeper, though, it seems a lot of people like to complain and even go as far as to try to make themselves seem like martyrs in order to make people feel sorry for them. It ain't my fault, yeah. You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown. Now you tryna leave me, you'll never live without me. God Gave Me Style - 50 Cent. You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta. Verse 1- 50 Cent] Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me When my cds drop, they sell the best You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed I'm a trackstar, runnin' through life, chasin' my dream?? Even if it means you have to sell ya mama's TV. One phone call and niggas will exterminate you. Tossed and turn in my sleep at night. My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud. I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five.
Jon Jones God Gave Me Style
Yeah we can ride to this. Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect. You don't want it wit my Toy Soldier. "God Gave Me Style" is the 19th track off of 50 cent's sophomore album, "The Massacre. Every chance I get, I tear it up. I mean, I mean c'mon man everybody's listenin'. My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a? Your friends talk bad about me bitch, you sit there and listen to 'em. Let me show what a thug that born to die. My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggas. All the gangstas are ridin' to it. Was it just my imagionation again runnin' away. I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it. But on some real shit, communications could be better.
God Gave Me Style 50 Cent Lyrics
Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet. Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down. I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope.
God Gave Me You Music Genre
The emptiness/meaninglessness of corporations, greed, consumerism, and business? Një video e dërguar nuk do të pranohet nga stafi i TeksteShqip nëse: 1. And I twist my drawer. Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit. Got а dаte with destiny, she's more thаn а girl. There's more to life than laughter, what brought us together was fate. Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgeory.
No future fuckin' with me, there's no tomorrow. I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya. And flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks. She loves me, she loves me not. I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam? I'm the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipe. I mean damn rep your hood nigga. Dance floor, jam-packed. Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows. They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug.
Stich, gored, ya head all taped up. So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims. I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can. I tell niggas to suck my dick. And let me to what I do until you climax. Written by: Khari Cain, Leonard Caston, Curtis Jackson, Theresa G McFaddin. You know they say diamonds are a girl's best friend. You are now rockin wit a pro. Bubbles in the bath, don in the glass. Wanna come test me, pussy boy don't try. Run up on you quick. They ain't wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch em. Im serious man I'm so sincere.