Lyrics:
Keke locked, we gon' please ya
Gots to wreck shop, '96, I ain't gon' stop it
Gots to come through at that beach we gon' drop it
I ain't gonna even play
Keke locked, we gon' please ya
Gots to wreck shop, '96, I ain't gon' stop it
Gots to come through at that beach we gon' drop it
I ain't gonna even play
Built my pyramid then built my ladder to success
Y'all many men 50 Cent
Either get rich or die trying
Steady hands
Never sweat under the spotlight
Make
to hit my phone again
50 Cent, I got many men
Friday, slide in a minivan
Bright future, I got plenty plans
Beat up the pussy, I got Tyson hands
Broke nigga
like some tubesocks
All they heard was, they dont know who shot
Damn blizzy keep on going in when it gone stop
But I ain't never lettin up
Ima big dog
(intro)
Yo
Bay area
You are now rockin
With big von and 50 cent
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww
Yo
Southside
Roll something smoke somethin nigga uh yea
I fall off
ain't focused on dick she good
She just trying to get rich she good
Long as you got a check you good
If you don't then it's next she good
Her hair and her
break the industry then they gone feel this shit
Rob the industry I gotta do this shit like 50 Cent
I was window shopping at the mall me and 50 cent
Not
pressed for pussy
Got clout these bitches let u tap (Tap tap)
Get rich or die trying Fifty cent that’s what I’m facing (Yuh)
Retro Air Jordan Six nigga
Hahaaaa
Hehe
Dog, real shit
But, at the end, I don't, I don't think there's gonna be a chorus
I want it to punch
I want it to stop
an incision
Fuck where'd the beat go
Ain't no one do it like me
I got the vision
Flow isn't worth fifty cents
More like millions
I've got that animal ambition
ain't gon' keep shit clean
Me and my niggas the niggas that they should've never let go free
Niggas got me talking through my teeth like I'm 50 Cent in
Hasn't it ever occured of
Stand on your own two, please
I never heard of
By the window in the bathroom
That one did it got a dress like a brother
Then both
(yeah)
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow
Help, I've fallen, I can't get up
I live in dark, get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, minute man
life
We ain't starvin' like Marvin, won't see no roach
When ya chill wit' the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin' on leather watchin' big screens
of 60th, and on to 5th
Stood in front of Nix and sold 200 nicks
Drop it on the hood, by some scandalous crips
Bought my first Cutlass, eyes on my tip
30
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, "rocks, blows,
truck, whizzin' through borders
I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill'
I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real?
Dead presidents,
Throw that on the list of the shit I ain't giving you
Do this for gang, making all my bros rich
And the rest of ya cut, we gon flex these residuals
Miss
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
me keep the piece stop the violence
In these streets we be sliding murder inc slide em fifty cents
I remember freeze cups just was fifty cents
Nothing but young guerillas
Kicking it sipping juice and gin
Trying to find a better way
To make dollas and cents
Packing my gat with a 50 pack
And when
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
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