Lyrics:
get sent to the void
I feel like the one that started this shit
But if he start that shit gon' finish him
No 50 Cent I got many men
The K' knock 'em out
Made a dollar bill
Straight from 50 cents
Son of immigrants
Turned to richerness
I gotta have it
It's something like your twitter mentions
Yea that boy
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun we'll have big
storage storage
I whoop yo head boy like 50 cent
That's fifty niggas
With fifty clips
That's fifty whips
On Route sixty-six
And when that pistol lift
It's
Hey, Macklemore, can we go thrift shopping?
What-what, what, what?
What-what, what, what?
What-what, what, what?
What-what, what, what? (Da)
but don't push me"
(yeah)
I be ridin' in a drop, goin' full speed
(Skrr)
And you'll never understand what it took me
(Uhh) from the side outside where
a proud woman child
And I was a cowboy rambunctious and wild
But we fell in love by the tall mission bell
That stands in the village of old San Miguel
a milestone
Sold a lot of Styrofoam but it ain't what I'm ridin' on
I put on a motherfuckin' show so get your popcorn
Used to be on food stamps, fuck around
shot
Still ridin Dolo lil cuh called me bout a four o left 50 dem back at the spot
We been the niggas that's makin it hot
Nigga we turn up y'all niggas
you in puddle of red
Aye
Still fuck the feds
Still fuck the feds
Be on the block wit the vets
Aye
Got money to get
Need a icy baguette
The only
the darkest abyss
Screw a punchline when people really feelin' your raps
I will never be truly happy accepted the fact
Only costs 50 cents for you to go get
Clocks tick faster as I️ jot
Making cents after
I'm a pragmatic with the money
I️ ain't have enough to hate it
And these payments come belated but
Still be
(50 Cent Motivation Speaking)
He used to play with Hot Wheels, Now he riding hot wheels/
Kind of guy a cop kills since he bust his clip at pigs
Not 50cent but
We got star power
This a g unit
Keep stick wit some fire power
Dont make me use it
Never ever been scared of the smoke
Im an abuser
Im
Music killers
With itchy trigger fingers
Finger fucking lemon Squeezers
Brownsville Ebenezer
Rome the streets like Caesar
Hood scholars took 50 cent
You can have her I done hit the bitch
Many men switched like 50 Cent
Go to court y'all turn to witnesses
If you ain't about it you should quit it
this 50 Cent ain't cuttin' it I'm like a prophet with a staff and I get profit with my staff you know I get up on these tracks with a loco motive I keep
Solving them Mhmm
Still got a lot of them but plan on fixing all of them
Next time we split up it be in 2 separate coffins
everything but keep them out our business
I know exactly what I'm riskin' but I'm ridin' with my niggas
I can't believe we came this far, I got Rollies
moments with the smallest of sounds
You know
Still love no matter wherever you go
The promises we hold are secrets that never told fasho
Ay baby be my main
the power like 50
If you aint ridin then you cant fuck wit' me
I only need shooters I heard that you iffy
I don't need no clearance when I'm in ya city
I'm
at the end of our drive
For fifty cents, they'll fill you up
He's seven and she's five
And in the fall there's Football Fridays
We pack the kids and we
Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime
So here we go, we in the inner city
I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty
Tell 'em "Lets talk money"
T-Pain on you bitches i be ridin' real high
Switchin' lanes on you bitches
50 box of cigarillos
Got a thang for them Swishers
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