50 Cent - Slow Dough Lyrics

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Trackmasters, 99 shit 
Huh uh, huh uh, yea 

[Chorus] 
Slow dough, is better than no dough (fa sho) 
Get caught talking to popo (what you say to him son?) 
They hit you with the fofo (blaow, that's right) 
My niggas is loco (loco) 
Yo to diss me that's a no-no (no-no) 
Y'all niggas is so-so (so-so) 
That's why you ain't got no dough (broke ass niggas) 

Put me through any test I bet ya I'll pass cause I'm a cheater 
Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba's 
My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of shell toe Adidas 
And ain't shit come between us 
Look I'm winning now and I'ma keep on winning 
I see with you ain't nothing changed same ginen same linen 
Fuck the don shit, nigga I'm an armed convict 
I live wild beat cases before a trial 
Grand jury style I'm foul 
You wondering why I don't smile 
I'm schemeing to stick you up now 
Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run 
While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh 
If you don't know you better go and ask someone 
50 Cent is my symbol and my name 
Symbolizing the change that I'm bringing to this game 
Things'll never be the same (never the same baby) 

[Chorus] 

Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot 
Like I won't grab the glock and run up in your spot 
Six double O drop I'll put two in your knot 
And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you've got 
Here I stand on the alley on godrule 
Same spot where rob got shot 
The block's high 
Warrent squad flashing my mug shot 
Everybody know I'm loco, kill the popo, blast the fo fo, rode dolo 
Rock solo, I should be old T on the low yo 
Pump the six and push the volvo 
I hear they go kuku and go puff coco 
I sell llelo and price up and down like yo yo 
But keep that on the low do, nobody's supposed to know, yo 
I make 16 hundred off of every ho do 
Fucking with the cash flow that'll get you blast yo (haha) 
I always get the last laugh yo 

[Chorus] 

I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for wreck 
While you niggas race neck to neck 
While niggas who live from cheque to tech 
I ain't even going to front I ain't working with a full deck 
Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards 
Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat 
As soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the street 
Any nigga in this game flowing they think they can see me 
Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee 
Believe me if you thought like me you could be me 
But you ain't been through what I been through and this shit ain't that easy (one) 

[Chorus]

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lyrics corrected by Brandon on 15-10-2009