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Yeah..
Its 50
One shot, One kill,
What’s the deal?
Yeah, what’s the deal?
Listen..

[Refrain]
Lil’ homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons,
when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers,
just because
Niggaz aint playin’,
when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up,
cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up,
cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down
over money and whores
But lil’ homie, in my hood,
when it rains it pours

Aint nutin changed,
niggaz doin the same old shit
Them new Hollow tips
and them same old clips
In the projects niggaz fuck with the same old chicks
And somehow they still think there game so sick
Now i’m finna rip, niggaz know i’m about my grip
I dont trick man i barely even feed a bitch
She say im stingy, i said i dont need you bitch
Go ahead leave, see if i chase you, shiit
Tell your mami,i catch her on the street i’ma get her
She know i’m on parole,
why she call police on a nigga
She jus’ mad,
cuz a nigga pockets all swollWhen she asked to borrow sumthin’,
i said hell naw
I was tellin’ the lil’ homies all about this shit
So keep your mind on your money and dont trus no bitch
Keep your head high notes when them pigs came
But her ass kinda fat so niggaz treat her the same
This is real..

[Refrain]
Lil’ homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons,
when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers,
just because
Niggaz aint playin’,
when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up,
cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up,
cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down
over money and whores
But lil’ homie, in my hood,
when it rains it pours

It was blood stains on my stoop when Eyeball got shot
When homicide outside, nigga i’m not
Its the third time niggaz dunn circled the block
Its money out now, yeah, but damn its hot
They love to catch a nigga on a direct sale
They say tell us who caught the body
or you goin’ to jail
Look if you know the drillyou stay the fuck outta dodge
Say what’s happenin’ to the captain
and what’s up to the seargFuck bein’ in a cage man that shit for the birds
Charlie drunk drinkinWhile Irish Row’s on the curb
I know a spot fulla niggaz
tryna get a few bucks
Hopin’ then nutin’ come outthey gon’ have um some luck
PH to the deuce, they stumbled off Matt
Lost his re-up money man that’s all he had
Magazine from the store so he can look at the cars
And do pull-ups in the park on the monkey bars
Man it’s fucked..

[Refrain]
Lil’ homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons,
when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers,
just because
Niggaz aint playin’,
when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up,
cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up,
cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down
over money and whores
But lil’ homie, in my hood,
when it rains it pours

G-Unit (What)
We in here (What)
We can get the drama popping
We don’t care (What, what, what)
It’s going down (What)
‘Cause I’m around (What)
50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)

What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa?

They say I walk around like got an “S” on my chest
Naw, that’s a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court
But I’ll hunt or duck a nigga down like it’s sport
Front on me, I’ll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can’t none with ya then fuck ya
I’m not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.
I’m the type that’ll kill your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me
I grew up around some niggas that’s not my homies
Hundred G’s I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)
D’s come we dump the diesel and battery acid
This flow’s been mastered, the ice I flash it
Chokes me, I’ll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I’m on the next level, right lane forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what)

We don’t play that
We don’t play that
We don’t play that (G-Unit)
We don’t play around

I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
In December I’ll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
Every chick I fuck with is a dime
I’m like Patty LaBelle, homie, I’m on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I’m a rolling stone
Cross my path I’ll crush ya, thinking I won’t touch ya
I’ll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas