Lyrics:
noise or get killed silent
50 cent
I'm trynna get rich cant killed trying
And I then took so many losses how Im still smiling
I spoke some shit into
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
bust it all
On her chest
Having talks with myself
G you got to get rich
Or die trying
Now I'm feeling
Like 50 Cent
Whether rap work or not
I'm going
ain't need that fake love it's phony
Dissing everybody in my city
They ain't fuck with me
Always keep it 50 + 50
Get rich or die trying
Living life like
lyin', I ain't lyin' (I ain't lyin')
I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin'
Ooh, I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin' (ah)
If I'm lying then
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, rock, blows,
and Wednesdays
I might buy me 10 Denny's, I might buy Family Dollar
Cut it to 50 cent, I got a job for your father
I'm tryna help with the rent, I came up from
the paper
Got rich off that whippy whip
Almost died trying like I'm 50 cent
Get the shit and then flip the shit
Spend the profit like I'm richy rich
Nigga
Son Spirit I got plenty friends
This is not fifty cent (No) We got many men
(Yeah) Bring the lions out take them out the den
(Yeah) I'm not lying though
Lil' Cool got talent play the violin
Good with his hands, he wanna get hired in
Mini-men, mini-men
Listenin' to 50 Cent
Get Rich or Die Tryin'
always lonely what the fuck you lying for
I'm just out here tryna make it what you crying for
I ain't got no time for it
I'm chasing money what you
ain't no Sense in dying
My negus dead gone live through me ain't no Sense in crying
I hit rock bottom once or twice ain't no sense in Lying
Told myself
school[00:28.50]Hit my homie what's the move[00:29.82]We ain't got nothing to do[00:31.02]So we stay by[00:32.19]Hope I came right[00:34.37]And now I'm just
ain't got no view
Too bad not my problem fool... damn
The dude walked away with a pissed off mind thinking
Damn who is he to question me from behind
Stop
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
and Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
the .40 and I got the big four nickel
Don't make us separate your body from your spirit, ayy
This money ain't stop a nigga from bein' vicious
Alcohol
chip on my shoulder now
Still out here by my dola
Money's never the motive, nah
Ain't a dollar gone stand up for me
Get the bag 'cause this mandatory
Like to present
A phony baloney who was trying
To kill me for fifty cents
But soon noticed a dent where
He inhaled to his extent
Stupid bitch
Keep me
they represent
This a heads up, you're funniest friend needs to vent
Get rich or die trying
I'd still give you my last 50 cent
To be Superman
You also
by, niggas like "fifty don't play son"
"yeah, somethin' really wrong with that nigga..."
Max out, I'm goin' straight for the glock
Bust a u-turn, I'm
bitch a bag
I'm strickly like pimping, got it from my dad
My belt is by Hermes, I can never sag
I'm too rich to be mad, I'm so glad
I'm a Jackass like
bitches either I gave them up for lent
I only want a shawty with a body that's heaven sent
See my baby mama gotta be badder than fifty cents
Sheesh
Now
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