Lyrics:
And down to ya mama's tits
Steel bat to ya cheek
Leave you 50 Cent mouthed
Jaw wired shut, tongue swole
Can't talk shit now
Then I lay back and puff
a trap tryna find a way out uh
Tryna see the light of day but broke niggas always got a lot to say
I think you need that two cents more than I do my guy
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
I'm gonna get up!)
Fell down eight times got up nine
I'm in the belly of the beast
Just swallowed by my time
Fall down eight times get up nine
And bet
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
me
She ain't down with me
I'm the one with who hold the crown
Lil Bitch, I keep on me like 50
That mean like 50 to your face
Imagine 50
That's More
shooter
I'm my own John Wick
I trap by myself just me and my stick
She don't even like me she in love with my dick
10 free bands but I need me some more
in holy water and take lighting showers
Use Posiedons wife blouses as a towel and by now ya
Wondering just how the fuck I do just what I do...
50
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
don't apologize
You were here first on this earth
Before these millennial cowboys
Claimed their turf
Now who's a thousand miles and
Ran deserted in
eight ball
And a fifty cent razor
A nigga still tryna catch
Up twenty bricks later, uh (Ha ha ha)
I just want my worth, is that too much?
Load my pistol
said Fahrenheit Four Hundred Fifty One
That I bought for 25 cents
From the Salvation Army
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9, 10, 11, 12
13, 14, 15, 16, 17
18, 19,
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
wagon loads of mourners
They stretched out for more than a mile
We wanted to give him a monument
We kinda figured we owed him one
'Cause he made our town
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
child support fought for a year, had him for a year and half if not more, had him fifty percent of the time if not more, only to lose him when he started
on your coal
Stick your head out the window, see the drivers roll
I'm gonna drive her til she leaves the rail
For I'm eight hours late by that Western
addicted to money
Look at your boy
(Boy)
Got 50 thousand in this mouth
(Mouth)
Look at your boy
(Boy)
I'm fixin' to buy a way bigger house
I'm
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
been payin' fourteen, but gettin' twenty-eight a piece
Make a song about some sales, niggas better mention me
Know how I play it, I go get it, I don't
West, they know my name
More savvy in the city than a bench press
These niggas hustle, I ain't impressed
I sold bags of the white more
Tight than 50
health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find drama
Law's out
and Chevys for miles and miles
Saved some money working five days a week
Had my sights set on that one fifty
Dad said son you better listen to me
Don't go
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