โหลดเพลง mp3 9 Shots - 50 Cent

9 Shots - 50 Cent (50美分)
Fifty fifty
Fifty fifty
Fifty fifty
Ferrari Ferrari
Ferrari Ferrari
Ferrari Ferrari
Shooter shooter
Shooter shooter
I was innocent then I ain't do no wrong
She said you mommy little man I said yep uh huh
She was everything to me when she came I just lit up
Sunday morning I was so sharp all did up
It was welfare hustlin' they killed her for that
The first shot bullet wound in my back
I'm f**ked up look at my sneakers I'm f**ked up
Now I'm on my own mommy gone
Sam said you a young boy why your clothes look so old
You don't need fish little ni**a you need a pole
You don't need no new kicks you need an O
Chop that bag it get right back at it
That touched me it hit me in my heart
I'm a hustler homie you was giving me my start
I am what I am Sabrina's only baby
Practicing in the mirror pulling out my 380
Oh man I f**ked up nana gonna kill me
Whenever sh*t can go wrong it always will see
Seven grams of coc*ine three grams of d**e
Saint Mary medallion hanging from my rope
Try to punk me and my gun smoke
Look I'm outta control my gun go
Off like it's legal call the cops you need to
Give 'em my description I ain't bullshittin'
My high school sweetheart love didn't last long
Niggas start flashing that bread and she was gone

That hurt me like the bullet in my calf then
My next girl was a pain in the a**
I got two shots left in case niggas try to get me

That's nine shots we just call it fifty
Mama said the Lord gon' bless us
Mama said mama said

Mama said the Lord gon' bless us
Then in came the landlord beef and the stresses

Mama said the Lord gon' bless us

Mama said mama said
Mama said the Lord gon' bless us
The d**e bought the sh*t the food stamps couldn't get us

Mama said the Lord gon' bless us
That's what mama said that's what mama said