Rowdy Rowdy Lyrics
Yo la ni***z are the rowdy ni***z
New Orleans ni***z is rowdy n***a
D. C. Ni***z is some rowdy ni***z
New York ni***z is the f*****g wildest n***a
Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze
Son I ain't even rock him to sleep, the n***a dozed
The b***h could have helped you get rich, but she sold
Now you heartbroke, that's what you get for lovin them hoes
An I'll flow with no beat, is incomplete, it's like a stickup kid
Runnin round without no heat, it like a fifth with no kick
A fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit
A bad b***h that won't blow d**k
It's like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin spot with no dice
Like fuckin supermodel b*****s and not bustin off twice
I murda any mic device, for the right price, I'm nice
I only say tthings once, never twice, don't f**k with me
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
St. Louis ni***z is rowdy rowdy
Cleveland ni***z is bout it bout it
50 cent ain't gonna kill ya n***a, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well don't leave home without it
The Memphis ni***z is rowdy rowdy
Them Shytown ni***z is bout it bout it
They'll kill you and act like they don't know s**t about it
Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it
Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back
I bet ni***z will stand around sayin "Damn who did that?"
I'm the type n***a to dare you to touch the?
I'm the type to borrow your gat and wont give the s**t back
I'm F to the I - F -T - Y - C - E - N - T
Caress the a** gently, and back up Bentleys
You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons
In a heart shaped hot tub with the b***h flappin
I plan to take over New York and start expandin
Was Bob Marley singin about tex when he sung "I'm Jammin'"
N***a f**k with my cash and I'ma blast yo' a**
Smash the glock out the stash in the dash in??
Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past
If you survive the shots I'ma find yo' a**
Put the gat to your head and remind your a**
I ain't playin with you, I want my money m**********r
Yo, some n***a just shot the block up dog, word?
He had the same s**t you got on dog, word?
I know you done did it so get the f**k up outta hear, ya heard?
I run with ni***z that spray and strip and say that s**t
You won't let us pump on your block, f**k it, we makin it hot
I'm that n***a that call the shots, with the iced out watch
From the cordless cell phone, and the baby blue drop
I got a lot of hungry ni***z with me straight from the street
Cause these three ni***z are startin to look like something to eat
They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand
My ni***z live in section eight of public housing
They murder you and keep s**t low cause ni***z heard of you
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