72nd & Central lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Skit]
Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon!
John John, could, could I get your autograph?
Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid)
Oh, yeah yeah yeah, just
Could you sign this for me please? (Sure, what's your name?)
Thanks thanks, I'm a real big fan, thanks thanks
(Here you are) Thanks a lot!

[Intro: J-Hill]
Word uhh
Could do that, hot as hell though
Yo.. yo, what, uhh.. what
Bella{?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it down dawg, what..

[Verse 1: J-Hill]
(One by one) Rule one up in this b*tch for real
Roll with a couple n*ggas like Dave SeVille
Cause they'll, uh - clean you out like some golden seals
Put your hands up, give me yo' scrill n*gga, uhh

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
(Two by two) Your bucket is clean, you ridin mean
Pull up at the light on them Spree's (gimme that!)
School Craft wanna jingle your keys
Whatchu 'bout to do? Bleed!
[Verse 3: Proof]
(Three one three) Y'all don't run the streets, the streets run you
Put a gun to your kids, "Art of War" Sun-Tzu
In the jungle stay humble or stumble and fumble
'til death inside a rumble

[Verse 4: J-Hill]
(Four by four) Rule four better get this down
Before n*ggas gon' beef better have that four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town n*gga, uhh, uhh

[Verse 5: Obie Trice]
(Five by five) n*ggas connive, I thought you knew it
Your main man's settin you up n*gga you blew it
Told him what you doin, n*gga, you're ruined
You ain't knowin?

[Verse 6: Proof]
(Six six six) The Devil's your man, the ghetto's your land
When you got knocked yo' block turned yellow and ran
When you got sugar, why settle for sand?
Never snitch when you clip and put your melons in cans

[Verse 7: J-Hill]
(Seven by seven) Rule seven kinda where my heart at
You want beef in the street? Don't start that
Cause we'll have some n*ggas up in yo' apartment
Jumpin outta places where it's real dark at, uhh
[Verse 8: Obie Trice]
(Eight by eight) You're carryin weight, hey, but wait
A lot of hungry n*ggas know where you stay
Address your address, change your place
Before you spray n*gga

[Verse 9: Proof]
(Nine by nine) I learned a lot from stank if you got bank
f*ck buyin gats b*tch, get a tank
f*ck a firearm, get a wired bomb
Cause when you blow yourself up at least you dyin warm {*explosion*}
Ten jewels

[Chorus: Proof & J-Hill]
Ten reasons, nine Glocks, eight shots
Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (For sho'!)
Three cousins, two/too hot, one law, family
We put no man befo', ten jewels now tell 'em
It's one purpose, one goal, two halves
Get a whole, three n*ggas, one song (For sho'!)
Five ways, six days, seven plus
Eight/A.K., we can let the nine spray y'all

[Verse 10: Proof]
(NIne by nine) Oh I'm not real cause I pop pills?
Bring your block to my block n*gga get your whole block killed
Don't let the "Purple Pills" sh*t confuse you
One outta my hand, the life'll lose you n*gga
[Verse 11: Obie Trice]
(Eight by eight) You lay at your wake
You was played, slugs struck the Escalade
Your brain rest on what Motor City paved
No more sunny days

[Verse 12: J-Hill]
(Seven by seven) Rule seven, some'in you better tell 'em
Good coke, good weed, y'all better sell 'em
Cause they'll put some'in up into your cerebellum
Proof, you better tell 'em

[Verse 13: Proof]
(Six by six) Assume it's only for conversation
Let's conversate, simple n*gga the .38 indiff'
Mine'll set trip, empty out the clip
Hold up, a .38 ain't got clips

[Verse 14: Obie Trice]
(Five by five) n*ggas be live before they die
'til the test the wrong animal then they spirit fly
Just know the game while you playin the tough guy
That's yo' life

[Verse 15: J-Hill]
(Four by four) For all you n*ggas think this rap sh*t's a joke
You get smacked and choked, bring the dagger and cloak
I put my f*ckin heart into this sh*t that I wrote
You muh'f*ckers on some dope?

[Verse 16: Proof]
(Three by three) Watch who near you, focus on your rearview
Outta life, yo the trife wanna clear you
Don't get caught on E and fought on streets
Be a victim of "Grand Theft Auto 3"

[Verse 17: Obie Trice]
(Two by two) Trust no one when you're gettin them
Put your life in perspective, you're killin 'em
Envious n*ggas stay jealousy driven
n*ggas need to be listenin

[Verse 18: J-Hill]
(One by one) It's one reason why I still let you breathe
It's one reason why the f*ckin tec won't squeeze
It's one reason why you ain't go out like N*Sync
That's cause it's one other n*gga that'll do it for me, yo

[Chorus: Proof & J-Hill]
Ten reasons, nine Glocks, eight shots
Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (For sho'!)
Three cousins, two/too hot, one law, family
We put no man befo', ten jewels now tell 'em
It's one purpose, one goal, two halves
Get a whole, three n*ggas, one song (For sho'!)
Five ways, six days, seven plus
Eight/A.K., we can let the nine spray y'all

[Outro: Proof]
Ten jewels...
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