Lyrics:
beats, kill the scene
I got all sorts of skill and artillery
I been on the road doing trickery
Man stop all ya lying ya killing me
Man fuck all them guys
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
'Cause
Head first
Then, I fall for the ending
But
There's no stop to it
Ain't no stop to us
Ain't no duck tape gon' fix it
Just pick up off your feet
& you
to 50/50
If you wanted me so bad, why the fuck you ain't get me
Y'all look dead in my face, saw me in broad day
When I got behind you niggas car, you went
just bite
That's some cents, for the rich
need it more, than the poor
Leaving dents, with my fists
Till they bleed, on they door
If you ain't, been
hustling see
To be young black and rich
If that ain't the combination
Tell me when it switched
I need to know (listen)
Maybe the problem is your
on some leverage
Bunch of super teenies all up in the fridge
50 cent for a big burst and a bag of chips
There was a lot to think about but nothing happening
leave
I hope that you ain't lying
Cause this life so damaging, why all my people dying?
I get fresh like everyday, because it feel good
Called one of my
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
keep climbing these stairs i chose
An I ain't even have fifty cents in my pockets back
Then so I gotta get rich or die trying
Got so many dead like you
add 'er all together
I ain't talkin' bout the drug
And you know it's orange juice
If they say a C-plus
If you think I'm a 50 then
You got no sense like
at my eyes, didn't flinch; he couldn't bust
I smoke cigs not for the stress
I tote dicks no, not no techs
Ain't got shit, what I'mma flex?
Just stop it, I
Oh shit
That's my uncle on the news, man
A black or Latino guy got shot by the police again
And Fox News act like if he ain't wear a hoodie then
teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about
centipedes
And mind, I'm still in context, I'm just like 50 Cent indeed
Get rich or die trying, and my niggas, they'd kill for me
I've been always this good,
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
back
Left my past in the past
Boy I'm out here moving stacks
I need bands, I need notes
Yeah The Beatles in the bag
What you mean? Ain't goin' Stop
Till
99 cents
Bag it, poppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passing up on those moccasins someone else has been walking in
Bummy
your fate and
Get rich or die trying
Fifty-cents if im lying
We aint trying to break your jaws but its enticing
We dont want to break the laws thats why
play behind the scenes
In this reality show with nonbelivers in between
Newsflash- its a headline cus the heads are lying
Like 50cent - get rich or die
If you ain't with the gang you ain't slimey
All my whodis slatt and they grimmy
You ain't stepping how I'm stepping boi you lying
I Was raised by
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
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