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Worldwide (feat. Kidd Kidd, Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks)
G-Unit
Yeah, yeah, yeah let's slow it down Whoo Kid
We some worldwide niggas cut the line in immigration
European time different
We some worldwide niggas man we came from the bottom
Now we on some black riches
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Your problem
They got me out the bottom, I'm designer Pete(?)
Competition gettin' stomped, defeat
How can y'all compete?
Masterpiece for mansion, wrist for hire or your time is cheap
Pray the Lord your mind'll keep
Lose it right on survivor's street
Never turnin' back on this life
Hope I live twice
Traps all over let the weeps in, taught you few times a night
You see the (?) the same goal powerful minds alike
Success up under this got these bitches sour, few thousand fights
I leave the world while rappin'
I shake the ground, the (?) collapsin'
In the (?), international, fit me in foreign fashion
I just took the whip about 160, my commas laughin'
Gettin' money sit up man couldn't get me, I'm in traffic
Reputation dead on impact, I'm bombin' accurate
You gon' settle for the (?) smokin', I wanted that shit
Winnin's always in the conversation, you goin' backwards
Never been no room for fuckin' up and ain't no passes
We some worldwide niggas cut the line in immigration
European time different
We some worldwide niggas man we came from the bottom
Now we on some black riches
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
I'm not used to ordinary niggas
Derrick Fishers, merry Christmas
It's a Kidd gift when I rap to every listeners
It's the story, born loser grew to be a winner
Microwave hot pocket for dinner
Pockets thinner
Now I can't fish shit up in 'em
Versace denim, Versace robe
My cousin used to be my ass from stealin' all his clothes
Flashbacks gettin' laughed at by all these hoes
But I got somethin' for all of you haters
All of this paper
I hope you catch all of the vapors
Fuck all your favors
And I'm my brother's keeper can't kill (?)
They say you can't eat, you gotta turn the table
Rest in peace Nate Dogg, y'all better lay low
Ferarris in the garage, pullin' hard since I was stable
Hey fuck the industry word to my brother Yayo
I'm an a-hole
If you say so, my paper's great though
compositores: Curtis Jackson
We some worldwide niggas cut the line in immigration
European time different
We some worldwide niggas man we came from the bottom
Now we on some black riches
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Your problem
They got me out the bottom, I'm designer Pete(?)
Competition gettin' stomped, defeat
How can y'all compete?
Masterpiece for mansion, wrist for hire or your time is cheap
Pray the Lord your mind'll keep
Lose it right on survivor's street
Never turnin' back on this life
Hope I live twice
Traps all over let the weeps in, taught you few times a night
You see the (?) the same goal powerful minds alike
Success up under this got these bitches sour, few thousand fights
I leave the world while rappin'
I shake the ground, the (?) collapsin'
In the (?), international, fit me in foreign fashion
I just took the whip about 160, my commas laughin'
Gettin' money sit up man couldn't get me, I'm in traffic
Reputation dead on impact, I'm bombin' accurate
You gon' settle for the (?) smokin', I wanted that shit
Winnin's always in the conversation, you goin' backwards
Never been no room for fuckin' up and ain't no passes
We some worldwide niggas cut the line in immigration
European time different
We some worldwide niggas man we came from the bottom
Now we on some black riches
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
I'm not used to ordinary niggas
Derrick Fishers, merry Christmas
It's a Kidd gift when I rap to every listeners
It's the story, born loser grew to be a winner
Microwave hot pocket for dinner
Pockets thinner
Now I can't fish shit up in 'em
Versace denim, Versace robe
My cousin used to be my ass from stealin' all his clothes
Flashbacks gettin' laughed at by all these hoes
But I got somethin' for all of you haters
All of this paper
I hope you catch all of the vapors
Fuck all your favors
And I'm my brother's keeper can't kill (?)
They say you can't eat, you gotta turn the table
Rest in peace Nate Dogg, y'all better lay low
Ferarris in the garage, pullin' hard since I was stable
Hey fuck the industry word to my brother Yayo
I'm an a-hole
If you say so, my paper's great though
compositores: Curtis Jackson
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