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50 Cent - Drop I Shot Ya Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
Ayo man, what the fuck, man, (Yo word up, man) ey'time I come to the studio (Yo what the fuck, B), this shit don’t never work, man
Yo what the fuck is the matter with these nig, ya'll niggas call up Tone and Poke, man (Yo 50, I'm tellin’ you, smack the shit out this nigga, man)
Tell them niggas I said, "man, somebody better fix this fuckin' shit, I'm not doin' nothin'" (Fuckin' time is money, we payin' for these sessions, 50 smack the shit out this nigga) word to my, fuck this rap shit, man, I'm goin’ home right now, man, I don’t give a fuck, man
*Smack sound* (Ohhh) (You know how you do it), (I'ma fix it, yo, chill yo) *Smack sound* (Ohh, ahhhh)
Come on, man, these niggas is stupid (I’ma fix it)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Ayo I know niggas who sniff coke like Bobby and smoke weed like Whitney
White bitches with big implants like Britnеy (Yeah)
I know soft niggas like Ma$e, ghеtto niggas like Case
Little niggas like Shyheim with scars in they face
Fuck a horn or a [?] [?], I'm sellin' the base
I know niggas like Red and Meth, who always high
I know fake gangsta niggas like Sticky and Ja

[Interlude: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent]
Yeah, these fake ass niggas
But yo 50, man
You always shining in the booth, man
Could I get time to shine for a minute, nah I mean?
Yo son I'ma let you live, son, go head, get yours, tell ’em where you from, nigga

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent, Both]
I'm from the boulevard of broken dreams where guns got infrared scopes, and infrared beams (Uh)
Where niggas sling coke and cutthroat for cream (What?!)
And the dope so raw all the old folks lean (Woooh!)
Niggas I looked up to, I'm lookin' down on
The broke niggas on the block that you clown on
The way we livin' there ain't no rules (Uh-huh)
That's why the system build prisons instead of schools
If you ain't got no guts
You ain't got no glory (Uh-huh)
Ya men get manhandle 'cause pressures mandatory
So I spend my spare time with the nine and the mac (Yeah)
The three five long'll push ya hair line back, I got the mind of a OG nigga
Givin' out packs of PC to mini-me niggas
I turn innocent chicks to switchblade sisters
And burn down blocks with convicts and killers
Five hundred CL, got the whole hood hyper
Buggy eye shit with one windshield wiper, I'm on that next level, man
In my hood I'm real ghetto, man
Keep all my hoes in high heel stilettos, man
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I'm from the boulevard of broken dreams ([?])
I'm from the boulevard, boulevard, boulevard, boulevard
I'm from the boulevard of broken dreams where gats got infrared scopes and beams
I ain't have a jump shot, I had to learn to sling
You could catch me on the block right now, nigga, doin' my thing
I call a spade a spade, a homo a homo
I walk New York dolo, ratchet under my polo
I got that marijuana persona, say whateva I wanna
Bring it to any nigga or bitch that want drama, niggas talk tough
But I dare 'em to come near me, I let off enough shots to sink the fuckin' fairy (Yeah!)
Ds call me by my government name, they know I be dumbin', shoot up the park, have niggas runnin' like "Jesus comin'"
Had a wet pillow in prison, I cried in the dark (Uh-huh)
Flashbacks of innocent kids wet up in the park
I'm a artist, but I don't draw pictures, I draw guns, my own people don't play me close, they think I draw 'em on them, one time

[Outro: 50 Cent]
50 Cent
Tony, Ya-yo, two, time
Pull it back, man