50 Cent - The Glow Of A Thug video free download

50 Cent - The Glow Of A Thug. This is the full version of a rare, unreleased song, but I'm not sure what it's off of; it's on various mixtapes though. This is supposedly the first song 50 Cent ever recorded. If anyone knows what it's originally off of, please let me know.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Some friends turn foes over money and hoes,

when they feel they ain't tight, when they money ain't right,

when you party with me, we party all night,

cuz I ain't with doin' nothin' if we ain't doin' it right.

Player haters, when they gettin' face-to-face on vacations,

they be gettin' played like Sony Playstation.

When the feds havin' fun, cockblockers try to stop me,

I heard some cats be in the background tryin' to clap me.

I see them when they start schemin' I know what they thinkin' of,

mad at us for being players and they can't get no love.

(I see a player) What it boil down to, cuz my flow's hot, your flow's

hmm (your flow's not). You're so-so, go against 50 Cent, that's a

no-no, ya'll know better than that.

[Chorus]

Flowers bloomin', mornin' dew, and the cats just ain't the same.

It's a pleasure when you treasure all that's new and true in the

game. Easy livin', while we're pimpin' what we know we're

dreamin' of. We are one havin' fun walking in the glow of a thug.

[Verse 2]

First it was me and my pist-ol, but since the last mistrial, spin

uup a Cristal, I'm living it up. My lawyer, K.O.'d the case, checked

the lawbook for my name, I sit in courtrooms and throw signs like I'm a

mason. Money is power, envy is cash, pretty evil, I could

be robbed with the jewels I drop, came into the store a year ago, I

decided to stack chips on the whip, push the hoot now I be sittin' on Beach

Huevo. Contemplating copin' the coupe. Hmm, should I? Ghetto as I wanna be, I say "What up dude?" When I breach ya serve bricks through time to beat

you, send ya back if ya headed to your people. Threw out my chest when I

make power moves like I'm right on the L. (On the L)...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Ya wanna, party with me, come on, party with me,

ohh you don't wanna party with me, it's aight with me.

Shorty, what's your favorite champagne, Cristal, but where the Dom P?

Lighten up, get a bottle boo, but it ain't on me. I'm caaught up, in my

ghetto way of thinking, from the ice, to the mix, to the champagne we

drinkin'. Big boys is playing benzos with AMG kits and 20 inch lorenzos,

follow me. Round and round, the club be in the quarter drop top with hard

tops 20 whips for chip; that's it. Average joes who flip bricks, my team

flash keys like they go on trips, when it's hot, park the whips and ride

bikes, if you wigglin' in through traffic on the turnpikes, aight.

[Chorus until fade]

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