Текст песни Slow Dough

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 niggas is loco (loco)

Yo to diss me that's a no-no (no-no)

Y'all niggas is so-so (so-so)

That's why you ain't got no dough (broke ass niggas)

Put me through any test I bet ya I'll pass cause I'm a cheater

Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba's

My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of shell toe Adidas

And ain't shit 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

Fuck the don shit, nigga 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 niggas talk like they wanna get shot

Like I won't grab the glock and run up in your spot
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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 fo fo, 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

Fucking 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 niggas race neck to neck

While niggas 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 nigga in this game flowing they think they can see me

Gotta be, fucked 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 shit ain't that easy (one)

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