Lyrics:
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I ain't joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it
While I'm ballin she by my side wit me
But if some shit jump off she ain't gone ride wit me
while I'm gettin' high
I'm watchin' as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
If I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til the day I die
They
it ain't on 'til I say it's on, pause, it's on
I'm eatin', y'all niggas fastin' like it's Rimadon
Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb
I be
G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x)
That's what's up
(50 Cent)
Keep thinkin I'm candy
ain't nuttin sweet about me
Nigaas talkin in
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
vegetables, they gonna respect the flow 'til I'm gone
One for the money
Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game
(I'm screamin' fuck
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
fifty-cent lovin round here
No use tryin', I won't change my mind
You've been cheatin' honey I'm not blind
I'm not half the fool you took me for
No surprise I
with them guys that society begrudges
We been thuggin' worldwide got arenas buzzin'
We survived gettin' fronted by Ilena cousin
Before you could sell
at me now, but wait til' I got hunnids with me
Who gone stop me once I get off these papers, I bet a hater try
Yeah you close to 40 an hour, but I'm
'til it's time to get gone
And before I can end, what I was sayin'
she was tryin' to put me onto to her friend
I told her bring her
I'm warning you I
up til the very end
It's all about paper my nigga
I pop smoke for the dividends
Bullet proof like I'm fifty-cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your
tryna touch a mil
Said I'm forreal
Grinding til the morning
So it's fuck how you feel
I feel like 50 Cent
Many men
Choppa heat him up right out that mini
and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 Cent & The Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
turned her round, and then I fucked her gave her 50 cents
Fuck her from the back,all she wanted was some hot chips
Hope you know by now I'm Young reckless
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
got done by them Russians (grrah, grrah)
Shit get ugly, everybody with me thuggin' (thuggin')
They keep they pistol out, no regular clips allowed
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
They run off and steal your sauce
Like they Raising Kane's
Got a lil bit of power
Then his feelings changed
Took 50 cent rounds but it ain't end the same
A buck fifty 'cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone?
I keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These
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