Lyrics:
please ya
Gots to wreck shop '96, I ain't gone stop it
Gots to come through at that beach we gone drop it
I ain't gonna even play
I'm thinkin the MLK
it ain't worth viewin', Fendi all on my waist I ain't wearin' Louis
Get rich or die tryin' like Curtis Jackson
50 cent for a snack this shit ain't no
ain't no ice, leave the cold water on the locket
Yeah, now it's Audemar the watches
Fifty pointers like Harden for the Rockets
Silencer on the barrel
When I ain't have 50 cent
I said I gotta get lit
or I'm Die Tryin
Born to be on top
You cang stop this
I'm the mvp
Like I'm dragic
Spitting fire
Like
crying)
Fifty said get rich or die trying (Fifty said)
If the bird don't spread its wing how it flying (How it's flying)
Just chillin ain't winning start
Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
Some Say I'm Crazy For Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same
Lawyer Jewish and he beat up cases like Lil Boosie
Wave dead nigga you ain't got no bread who you fooling
Lying all to these bitches like you rich how you
with him
Showed me 50 Cents "Many Men"
He said they got him once but fucked up cos he ain't dead so he ain't done yet
On and on
And everyone I need in
Thugs together forever splittin apart is obsurd
I wish they'd stop wit all of these rumours
'cause we ain't goin nowhere baby
This is for life..
[All
cent
I haven't died yet so I must be gettin rich
Aye let the church say amen
Because even if I'm judged by 12 Lord love me so there's no saving them
And the pain don't stop
If you ain't gon stop
Then this thang gon pop cuz...
My People ain't free
Not yet!
My People ain't free
Got that!?
You hate it when we
the fuck he gone run when I got Me a lock
No they want me to stop but this shit Never stop
Niggas want me to flop but bitch I Never flop
50 Caliber bullets
new shit from prada
You tryin' to get a rich baby father
I'm tryin to forget you by tomorra
This ain't rocket science
Ain't no rock buyin, just
ignorant just like 50 Cent with his post
Niggas typing so damn much
Surprised his thumbs ain't strong
Nigga doing all that lying
Nah bitch you in the wrong
dying to bet
You fellers know "I ain't the best"
Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct
They call me doc, I'll give
Your dog shots but, I ain't the vet
N I
dying to bet
You fellers know "I ain't the best"
Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct
They call me doc, I'll give
Your dog shots but, i ain't the vet
N I
fact
Like Denzel check it Bitch we
Always stay intact
White girl give me cap Aye
She ain't lying she make it clap
Aye
From Biggie to Tupac We making
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
the money my destination
Young rich nigga I’m too fly
Ran it up got the check then I flew by
Heard I was packing she could tell by my shoe size
On the way
ho
The bitch got knocked up by Rosco
And said I'm the poppa though
In this game they got a name for a chick
Who's gettin' rich for lickin' nuts
like a dynamite
I'm doin' a hundred smashin', don't stop at that red light
Black Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6 flexin'
I'm rich as hell, now mama
yall still local im in a million dollar studio laying my vocals nigga.
[50 cent]
Still in tha projects nigga, you aint goin nowhere, u gonna be in
even when
Sanctions off And I'm down to 50 Cent and I'm Patiently Waiting for Free Smoke like
Drake I'll just vape it off
Shit that was like
a Bentley
Broke asf only got a 50
An that's a cent
Exchange a dime for some knowledge
Everything got a price
Ain't nun free in life
Yeah now listen to I
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