Lyrics:
me of tryna destroy
Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit
Crossin' 8 Mile into Warren into hick territory
I'd like
us
Limited space, the game like a tour bus
I won't break, I just take, take and take
Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake
Snitch ass
More miles with that V8 Beamer
Sail all day, I make more day
Damn is freaking Labor Day
Mayor, major call the bitch my major day
Move the key, free my
(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
Trigga the realist
Forreal getting the digits
We go by the thousands
Keep 100's and 50's
Invest in yourself, invest in your bitches
Ricchie Ray
handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
YOUR FACE AND SET YOU UP LIKE 50 CENTS MANY MEN SEE ITS THE BATTLE WITH THE FLESH THAT YOU HAVE WITHIN SEE IM USE THIS PEN TO DESCRIBE MY SIN CAUSE ONE
Twenty-four hours
'tis only a day
Really ain't very long
You multiply that by miles of separation
Seems to drive on and on
It's the time
got a drum, now whole 50
So come get it, don't wait
I come by two, maybe eight
I'm out to take a trip out of state
I got more gas on the way
Got hella
More power than a drug lord
Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war
Gotta rider bet hug yours, cause I'm full of ambition
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
shit
But I do remember puttin' yo brother in remembrance
Huh, gave his ass nine, of them I'm like 50 cent
Y'all ain't even fuckin' with my lil, yeah, she
women, give 'em section 8 loyalty
With 50 thousand baby strollers
Send private jets out every 5 seconds to pick up high rollers
Milk containers with my
straight kills the mic
And you can't tell me shit less you own ur rights
I want banks, get bucked, you don't know bout me
I got 50 cents, so ill kill for Gs
of my exes
Fifty chicks wanna lick the tip
Like I'm Richie Rich
Sip Chrissy Chris
Get rich or die trying like I'm 50 Cent
Give her a cock
Then I
astounding
Imma turn this fifty cent to fifty thousand
I could turn a couple bricks into a mountain
Bitch
Bitch, I do it for my dawgs like Fido
Half a shade
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
Intro: (50 Cent)
(Two street kids now men, its sad it had to end this way, But before i go into that...lets start from the begining....)
Intro: (50
The day you left, I wonder where you went
And I am the man, like 50 cent
I love her freshest hair, like a peppermint
M.I.A
M.I.A
M.I.A
Baby, why don't you
at the zoo, cause the trenches had grabbed me
50 cents for chips, 2 for a dollar, break a bag, not stingy
She got a cute face, I compliment, bet I be in her
50 Cent West Coast Interview Clip
The fuck you thought?
I was one of them? Yeah
Imma tell you like 50 told me in 03
I don't know what you done heard
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
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