Lyrics:
the label of the month
Like 'yo, what's the half kid, let me get a deal'
Got a dope style, sound just like so and so
What's her name, runnin from ya, even
50 Cent:
I don't know what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
Ya Know?!
(Damn Moon, thats hard)
Yeah, seal popper
I make 50 off a pop up
I'm mr. pipe her up if she talk to me proper
Percocet and xanny she put
will never last
I heard that you feel up mans
When they're in the bath
Skepta makes me laugh
I gave him an ounce of skunk and he
Thought it was a 4
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
itself commercialize
Common thieves exposing crime
Bigger size
Pick a side
Order fries
I don't mind
Vocalize
Special style
Read me now
Depends on if you
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
All the people that didn't want me way back
I tell them all that I got a new taste
When I start doing shows
And making bread off the 6 God
Man, it's
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
of power over
Two hundred-fifty-thousand albums
Sold worldwide and this ain't even half
The potential I possess
Invest while I reflect
Look me in the eye
the label of the month
Like 'yo, what's the half kid, let me get a deal'
Got a dope style, sound just like so and so
What's her name, runnin from ya, even
Yeah it's 50 look you need me man
You need me i mean you hate me
But you need me
Cuz I got the best product man
I mean look, it's pure, it's pure
worse, you similar to Jay-z's album, God gave me the GIFT, and gave you the CURSE.
god! That's a Rolly wet
It's flooded with these rocks
I was selling rocks, started on the block
Now I'm overseas, I get a 50 for a walk
I got lots
switch the style up
Like I'm
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD!
Eeemie Meenie minney mow, who'll be mad at now, for popping at the fucking mouth
Like I'm
CHARLAMAGNE
you what a hitman do
I sell hundred fast watch me get that back
I might fuck that pussy but won't her ass
Gave a couple bands to the trigger man
Told
a Christian
That’s just the way this world’s designed
i’m On my 50 cent
I'll get rich or die trying
I'm taking control don't need them I keep climbing
I
couple friends because of this
Dedicated, gave me 1 50
Aww, I'll ask if I had to show
Show up to the bitch, show who your fuckin' week
Eight years old
motherfuckers that killed Biggie
Notoriouses, bring that Benz in
I'm about a dollar, nigga fuck 50 Cent
I heard Tony Yayo can't pay the rent
I heard Lloyd
Because, illeterate fools, you must understand
Although my status is be -boy, I'm stronger than He-Man
That's how I make it, I never fake it
God gave me this
shit, maybe I'm on my 50 cent
I mean I have taken 9 shots, one more and hold the rocks
Like Pat Tillman, I'll put this 40 on your chest
I'm Sia with
or somethin' (Somethin')
I don't hear these broke niggas
Like I'm deaf or somethin'
(Shut the fuck up)
Man, the streets gave me stripes
I'm a ref or somethin'
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