Lyrics:
Shawty Lo I'm the man
I think I'm 50 Cent I'm the man
Game had no seasoning oh it's so bland
Oh I'm the one with a plan so I took a stand
Yeah I'm from
I got .80 cents up in my bank account
I'm gon make it count
Pay my mama house off
Rent that nigga out
Turn my 80 to 8 figures
I'm gon figure out
Buy
I got .80 cents up in my bank account
I'm gon make it count
Pay my mama house off
Rent that nigga out
Turn my 80 to 8 figures
I'm gon figure out
Buy
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
off its shelf
And increase your wisdom, we gotta do it for ourself
But who am I to talk, with my V8 Biturbo
15 miles a gallon, but you know I'm hella
The streets had me in a trance, pistol in my pants
Only fifty cent to my name but had the power in my hands
I did it my way (my way)
Did my own thing (yeah)
of dat exsistz
'cause no one can resist dis
8mile we shakedown & breakdown niggaz
& bullshittaz
Bull drinkaz click-click sticky finghaz
Porno graphic
best trade unions
I could find, I paid my wages, a, dues six months in advance
I waded forty eight miles of swamps and six big rivers
Walked across two
truck, whizzin' through borders
I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill'
I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real?
Dead presidents,
the races,
Not a cloud in the sky.
A hundred and fifty thousand people are waiting for this great event,
And what a spectacle, what a wonderful spectacle.
I'll
and I'm 50 Cent (no love)
Ridin' 'round (yeah) in a Bentley (yeah) and it got me bent (yeah)
This bitch thirsty, she need more water, you folks are Flint
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
hour later and im mad as hell
ditch the friends, fuckin time to bail
so the cars roalin and were on our way
some 50cent loaded in the tray
grab the bowl
nothin' unbagged, shave everything
I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)
They come by one more time, they gon' hop out
They
Eleven
4-1-0-8-0-9-1-5-9
Same 227 style with one nosy bitch in the blind
Hit, one-five-five for twenty sacks and better
Nothin' but love for this
or a devil next door
gotta kick the fucker down gotta see once more
Forgetting who I am like Drew Barrymore
50 first dates but we're only keeping score
based
and a half
About £50 for a gram
You get £40 for 8 'cause you took a blast
About £50 for a gram
You get £40 for 8 'cause you took a blast
Oh shit oi big up
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
back
See I never came back in that black on black
Nigga come through for a nine and a half
I'ma tell him ain't nothin' left
Nigga need an eight, tell
truck, whizzin' through borders
I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill'
I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real?
Dead presidents,
Ski
Put my niggas on with me, it get hard being the boss
Let my niggas hold 50, if they ever take a loss
It ain't been no hoe in me, I ain't adding
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