Chrous Now i lay thee down to sleep, i pray my lord my soul to keep If i should die though before i wake, let my niggas celebrate and split my cake
Its 50, i'm so real you ain't seen nothin' realer, Ice crack dealer, i click clack for the scrilla I'm heartless something like a cold blooded killer, I'm filthy, dirty with the money my nigga I done ran through more cars then your rolls royce dealer, I put that on my god-daughter i love you Jarmilla New bentley or not, match the chincilla Sean don spiller, matching 4-wheeler I'm big in new york i move like godzilla Go-rilla you are not deep nigga Grave-digger, ask Puffy and Jigga Made nigga, my pockets get bigger and bigger You got no choice but to feel a nigga when i spit that shit I figure, it will only bring mo' bread, you fuck around i get down and go upside yo' head
Chrous Now i lay thee down to sleep, i pray my lord my soul to keep If i should die though before i wake, let my niggas celebrate and split my cake
Now i lay thee down to sleep, i pray the lord forgive me for holding heat If i should die though before i wake, let my niggas celebrate and split my cake
50 Speaking
[Ohhh, I just got back from the UK, a little jet-lagged from the flight but when i'm out there they say \"50, 50 your my favourite, we love you 50...your massive...mash it tup\" There is not competetion, no, NO...theres no competetion, you have to be kidding, i'm can't believe it i'm drunk Its 50, Yeahhh]