Lyrics:
up like 50 Cent
But all I knows the dolla
And all I know is guala
It's a shame to see a boy
Blinded by bein a balla
Y'all think that I'm a villain
Standing on the steep cliffs
Pondering with time
Late night thinking with a phone by my side
My mind, like a waterfall pouring with thoughts
I'm
really get like that
Like how I say it, don't you
I just need a hit to spark the wick, then bitch we lit
Tezzo, that's my blooda, we was splitting ' 50
was milk chocky
And 50 Cent was just a lil' change in the pocky
Headphones don't copy though
The same kid with the loud audio
Lame Mrs. K probably gone,
vår med many men som 50 cent
Vi e eminent,
EscoBars spytter flammer, du blir brent
(100 prosent)
1,2,3
Alle jentene e med,
4,5,6
Disse chicksa stacker
kinda bitch made
When 50 Cent first came out
He was prolly in the fifth grade
When he was playin' truth or dare
I was buyin' product so I
Wouldn't lose my
start the Lac when I get in, 50 Cent hated by many men,
Her pussy cum when I sticc it in, push start the lac when I leave again
in the winter having cookouts
Smack by witch, look out
I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us
They mad 'cause we jump outta cabs,
I've got a
New Jay Z drops, 50 Cent drops
Busta Rhymes drops, so many drops
I dunno what tune to drop
Drop a Boy Better Know song
Then drop a bomb, bang
and I grew some roses
Got straight out the mud of the soil (turn, turn)
Is there such a thing as bein' way too loyal?
It was eight racks a show
I was
and Lesley ended up on that same train
I'm talking everyday, I used to wake up around seven or eight
To catch the 906 from Norbury Station
Two different
like Ben 10 yeah
Or I'm like 50 Cent bulletproof hated by many men men men
She like to sing along to my songs I be like yeah yeah yeah
You gotta come
rings...seven rings...eight rings
Her mother picked up the phone
Like she in school and she don't stay here no more
I guess there's more good women than men
out the gym, trap house jump like LeBron
It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange
Call a 16 Montana, 8 a Steve Young, and 4 a Brett Favre
My plug
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope
the product
When you multiply by one, the same number is the answer
Let's move on to the rest and really get to know these factors
2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, 14, 16,
They give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia
Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time
This is not Thirty-Eight, but it's old Ninety-Seven
You must
explosions
By instruments 60
000 miles above the Earth, beyond
The range of sound, but not beyond
The reach of unleashed radiation
Is the mission of the Vela
shiddit can suck my diddick
You need to quit it, if you ain't spittin'
More than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical fitness
Kickin' boring raps
Things picking up fast
Confessions just posted can't wait for my incoming 50-cent check
Lately inspiration been nonstop
I'm a kid in a candy shop
Don't
the human population has more than doubled and during the same 40 years more than 50 per cent of all animals, insects, fishes and birds have disappeared.
the angels gon' melt
And ain't no more help
Show a motherfucka love
Motherfucka's show hate
Till you snap and cap that nigga
With the gat by your waste
Touched
go by for yo' mans, he know he hit
Real lean, you a fool you thinkin' I drink hit (drank)
Pull up on yo' bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift
by one more time, they gon' hop out
They two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting knocked out
Then I can get rid of the pack
But I just copped this
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