Lyrics:
wrote my shit one more time
You ain't a hood nigga, you Got Rich and Stop Tryin
Jimmy scared Chris Lighty and he start lying
Lil' snitch what you know
nobody bodied me
Don't accept my apology
Stop chasing props niggas, top niggas march
By the cops, followed hot blocks
They pop niggas i ain't one of you
Or will you gamble all your dollars
All my ballers place your bid
(Now... If that ain't blues, I say listen)
A rich shade of blue
A rich shade of blue
see me win, and they ain't seen me since
They don't Curtis see me rich, wouldn't give me 50 cent
Show no courtesy with these sticks, we let them bitches
as the street lights
G-Unit nigga
{*random shout outs*}
(50 cent and G-Unit)
We can't get Money selling weed...WE GON SELL COKE
Ain't no money sellin'
(repeat 6x)
(50 Cent)
I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up
(Lloyd Banks)
Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray
See every now
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga?
This ain't serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50
(50 Cent-talking over beat)
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
me at the top and I ain't recruiting new niggas
Cause all you rappers lie
Like Fifty said man, get rich or die trying
So you could get rich but it
Pretending
Don't ask me twenty-one questions!
Got fifty cent for your stresses
Get rich or die you finessing, no blessings!
Pretending
All I ask from
time
I just hit two-fifty for the lawyer, gotta seek a bond
I pray that the judges understand him
Knowing he ain't lying, he ain't lying
(Hold on) Two
Now I gotta get up and face the world, huh
The pressure is on, It ain't never gonna stop
I sho' gotta learn to use my mind
I don't want to be
Now I gotta get up and face the world, huh
The pressure is on, It ain't never gonna stop
I sho' gotta learn to use my mind
I don't want to be
up by the zone
Ain't no rims i can't chop ain't a bottle in the club I can't pop
Got yellow bands filled up with guwop no brake pads can't stop
When
station in Jamaica
Queens zach Fink Ny1 50 cent:
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50
Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want
grew up on 50 cent
I knew I was getting rich
Get rich or die trying
You bitches don’t stop lieing
That chicken just keep frying
I talk a lot of fly
dead, get rich or die trying how I feel like 50 cent
Shout out to all my Hawaiians still struggling, on that lonely island
Turned up on that dumb shit,
[50 Cent]
G-Unit, they ain't ready
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta
the flow ADHD my mentally
No telling where we'll go 50 cent wings at the Applebee's
I'm tryna get rich and act broke that's my mentality
All of my songs be
the chicken, scratch yeah I mean scrill
Ballin ain't a crime I ain't lying this shit takes skills
Grinding my ass for this pape
I'm on a roll still
I just want
The Hustle don't stop, Hustle don't quit
Got a "Hustlers Ambition", like, 50 Cent
Want the, "Finer Things", in this, life I live
So I'll, grind til I
Cent in the club
You know it ain't my time to call it a day
I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid
But it's 'bout time you remember the name
Ayy, ayy
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
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