Lyrics:
two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent
I bent the corner
Shoutout Young Cardo
Shoutout to Cardo
I just stepped in the building
Coke and vodka cocaine change your life
Can't shoot a civilian but if she
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but two hours of pushing broom
Buys
I ain't got time
I could be fucking Conor McGregor
Wouldn't box you wake up
Make fifty cents to make sure I am not you
I'm starting to think Tron
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
get money by any means, run it up
Uh huh, to be, or not to be?
Havin' 'em lit, if it ain't homicide I don't commit
Y'all throw a fit when you don't
fifty cents you got fifty cents left
Roll next door play a little three on three down the park
You remember
Back in the day, I'm waking up I brush my
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
no more
Cuz I got u right by my side
Wherever we are we together
No matter the distance we tryin
To keep it goin like forever
These other bitches
could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
I know is to show these ??? how it supposed to go
50 Cent
I'll teach ya how to Stunt
The Game
Countdown to Armageddon Motherfucker, Chuck Taylor in
bullshit you was serving it was all purpose
We all chipped in nigga and we all hurting
I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine
When a niggas 25 cent pieces
fifty-fifty We kept it a hundred, we never compare
I'm goin' crazy, now I'm on a tear
Shoutout my momma and shoutout Pierre
My inspirations, I'm makin' it clear
(Tre is that a band?)
Im finna get out the hood
Just to come back in some new shit
They say Im misunderstood
Give a fuck about ya two cents
I see
heavy for the shit they bringing to the table I ain't ready
My two cents worth 100,000 dollars when I talk they see blue strips and the fetty
I wanna fix
of the instrumental
2020, I hit the bigger doubles, Full Circle living, so I hit the bigger hustles
Big by design, but I shine on the front line
Born for my destiny,
when they niggas wit' 'em (These niggas weird)
Shoutout Day Day, shoutout Bam, them my niggas, nigga (Them my niggas)
Any nigga touch Jay, I'm really
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
Qu'du bénef
J'suis l'Milan
T'es Marseille
J'suis triste quand
J'fais pas d'zeille
J'finesse ta pute comme 50cent
I did it by myself without no help
I’ve been sippin
On some Bombay
Cuz life gives me lemons
Pink lemonade
And the pink's for the women
That be thinking that I’m 50 cent
Cuz we be Effen
Ooh
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