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mastermind freestyle - 50 cent lyrics

[intro: 50 cent, tony yayo, jadakiss sample]
[?] [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] the f*ck i am
i’m here with my n*gga tony yayo (yeah, tony yayo, you know)
my n*gga storm p (what?)
you know how we do it
mastermind entertainment [?] (you know)
q.p. cat
jd
all the rest of them n*ggas that be rollin’ with me, you know i’m sayin’
ayo ya’ll n*ggas just be cool you don’t wanna take [?] (motherf*ckin’ streets, n*gga) [?] muhf*cker just stay cool, you know i’m sayin’
keep it gangsta, n*gga, southside, n*gga
where you from, n*gga?
where you from, n*gga?
southside, n*gga
southside, n*gga

[verse 1: tony yayo]
weed, crack, and dope mixed with opium
while the feds sweep the block like a custodian
44 longs got my birds in thongs holdin’ ’em
rock mink longs made with teflon [?]
i’m as big as king kong, with the mind of napoleon
cook up blow, in straight h20 sodium

in еvery event my team catch crazy stunts
rollin’ eight deep like the brady bunch

and ride in big trucks so f*ck the bus
i ride for my drug lords and og hustlers (uh*huh)
imagine my face placed on billboards and buses
and record covers, even the source magazine (uh*huh)
i used to be the one to extort the fiends
remember back then, when i slinged on the corner (yeah)
i had the sheep skin my girl had the leather balmer
around the time mike was moonwalkin’
now i write the sh*t that you like to [?] the whole hood talkin’
sh*t i’m spittin’, ‘ll make your body spit back (uh*huh)
so don’t fall victim to my gangsta rap
i stay, (f*ckin’ f*ggot) strapped down like crazus in creemore
with macs, trey pounds, 3*80s and c4s
n*ggas on the d*ck, whisper how they hate us (uh*huh)
cause they hear our shoes cl!ck, gators, slip bob gators
what!
[interlude: 50 cent, jadakiss sample, dmx sample]

what n*gga?
what’s up, n*gga
southside, 50 cent, n*gga
ya’ll ready?
ya’ll ready? (this is for the streets)
are they ready or what?
storm p, motherf*cker
yo, yo

[verse 2: storm p]
before you see me on the island doin’ three and a quarter
i be at the mexican border extorting your daughter
all my hoes wear thongs, smoke weed outta bongs
run around chest naked, singing all my sh*t
my raps weigh tons, n*ggas can’t escape ’em
f*ck around and ray guns with the force of eight guns
storm the type of n*gga that could be in a party (yeah)
pull my d*ck out at the bar and take a pee on your shorty (haha)
y’all n*ggas make crumbs just to feed the birds
i stay iceberged down in anisa furs (what!)
if i could shoot ten bullets that could travel (what you do n*gga?) through time
i give three to the n*gga that convinced you to rhyme (blaat)
and if y’all n*ggas wanna know, where the other seven went (uh)
to your mother’s womb during the fetal development (wooooo)
i inject needles that effect your cerebral
make you shrink a couple feet until you danny devito
make your d*ck so small you could f*ck mosquito
i’m ’bout to charge this n*gga 95 thousand a verse
and an extra five g’s if they don’t want me to curse
i’m the storm to the p y’all, a rhyme writing champ (alright)
i think i’m ’bout to start my own rhyme writing camp (n*gga)
rappers of all ages, younger than ally vegas
or older than daddy kane is, storm is the strangest
i’m the greatest, i’m storm to the capital p (yeah, n*gga)
and it’s a privilege for these n*ggas to be rapping with me (alright)
yo all y’all feel if your not your joking
n*ggas can’t be serious, they either sniffing or smokin’
f*ck y’all!
[interlude: 50 cent, dmx sample]

yeah, yeah, yeah, you know what time it is (uh*huh), n*gga
50 cent, n*gga (f*cked up)
yo!

[verse 3: 50 cent & [?] & tony yayo]

clap one in your gut (uh*huh)
f*ck up your six pack
you heard the rumor last year, n*gga, “50 got back”

what’s the rumor next year, huh? “50 was real mad
tore that n*gga ja head off with the fofo mag”
i ain’t gon’ tell n*ggas you p*ssy irv
i ain’t gon’ say bj a b*tch

you just another broke n*gga, frontin’ like he rich
your secret safe with me, i won’t say sh*t

this is who i am, n*gga, this here ain’t no act

gangsta! (n*gga!)
[outro: tony yayo, dmx sample]

blaat
50 cent, n*gga, 2000, sh*t, n*gga
what, what, what, what, what

- 50 cent lyrics

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