50 Cent – Peace God

50 Cent – Peace God Lyrics

Artist: 50 Cent
Song: Peace God

Yo man f#ck them n#gg#s man
f#ckin’ fake #ss rappin’ a, yo check this sh#t out son
Yo, yo, yo, yo, ayo
Now n#gg# you can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide

Either way you go against me, you still gon’ die
I got four macs, a few nines, I’m ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain’t about money, then let it be brief
I need a drop for when it’s a hot, Hummer for when it’s cold

An ill attorney’s in my corner when these fake n#gg#s fold
sh#t I kick f#ck wit n#gg#s mentally, makes ’em wanna mention me
And see me doin’ a quarter century in the penitentiary
Nastradamus predicted 50’s the future, that’s a fact money

I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
I’ma tell ya’ll what Papi told me
I got what you need, (19) 35 a ki
I stay catchin’ a stunt, frontin’ in somethin’ mean

And I clap any n#gg# for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all wit the same problem solver
Beat up #ss, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver
Buck got me out my bed to kick this sh#t

Now y’all n#gg#s know fo sho I’m gon’ spit this sh#t
Got that marijuana persona, say whateva I wanna
Bring it to any n#gg# or b#tch that want drama
Yo them Staten Island n#gg#s still puffin’ them dust blunts

Country m#th*rf#ck*rs, still rockin’ them gold fronts
n#gg#s out in Cali still wearin’ them ? Jamaican n#gg#s still puttin’ designs in they f#ckin’ hair
Heard Ghost album them n#gg#s talkin’ that dumb sh#t duke
I got a shell for every dust-head you run wit, what

2000 sh#t
b#tch #ss n#gg#s (n#gg#s is f#ckin’)
Makin’ skits, change your voice right
Yo this is Clyde Smith (this is Clyde Smith right)

Ha ha f#ckin’ faggots (stinkin’ #ss Staten Island n#gg#s)
Bunch of f#ckin’ dirty n#gg#s
Makin’ songs about pickin’ roaches out cereal
f#ckin’

Believe these n#gg#s
Ayo n#gg#s promote me more than my label
See ’em they be like peace God, know I’m mean
Peace God

All that sh#t right, what happened to all that gangsta sh#t you know
Peace God
? straight b#tch, peace God
Yo and the sh#t that f#ckin’ irks me is I seen this dude

In the Sky Lobby you know what I’m sayin’
In f#ckin’ Columbia and I said “what’s up” to this dude you know what I’m sayin’, he said “Yo, yo I’ma holla at chu”
Know what I’m sayin’
n#gg# ain’t, wasn’t kickin’ none that gangsta sh#t Clyde Smith was kickin’, you know what I’m sayin’

I know Clyde Smith is
Another side of you b#tch #ss n#gg#s, you know that’s what you in
You are when you in the booth
I don’t know who that was you what I’m sayin’

Don’t matter tho
It’s on your sh#t so it was you Ghost ha ha ha
f#ckin’ faggot
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Release Year: 2003