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Eight Stops Seven

't get shit from me! (AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW!) [Bridge: 50 Cent] One-two, 50 coming for you.! Three-four, better lock ya door! Five-six, grab ya crucifix! Seven-eight

these chicks 'Cause you know they gone block when I take these flicks (hey) Mission seven Gotta make my rounds Given eyes to the guys now I think I found him (hey) Mission eight

I will tell About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well. His name was Will O' Conley and he gambled all his life, He had twenty-seven children

Key, Paved The Way So Lately, My Stakes Get Better Each Day Replay My Relay Race, When I Was Chasin The Afee At Eighteen Eight Years Later His Voice

-E, will keep they motherfuckin heads ringin Chorus Verse Two: One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough Five for the hoe (HOEEE!) six-seven-eight

girls One two three four five six seven Well, you'd better change your ways or you won't get to heaven Eight nine ten, gonna stop at eleven Eleven just lays around with seven

, so come one come all Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops? Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five

Game] I'm low ridin homey, six trey Impala Gold D's spinnin, chrome hydraulics Run up on my LoLo, you stop breathin Hollow tips make niggaz disappear

YEAH) Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY) Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH) Seven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes (WHAT?) Eight