Lyrics:
Do you have a cigarette
For fifty cents that I could get
My day's been long my nights been cold
My back's been aching because I'm getting old
I got
and a strawberry bazooka,
5 for a haircut, and they can make it thorough,
And 50 cents can get you anywhere in the borough,
Karate movies came on Saturdays at 3,
fifty
Anything you want
Baby gone head and gimme gimme
Come by the tv and just kick it with me
(Kick it with me)
Put the Netflix on are you still watching
dies somebody else is born
People are celebrating while other people mourn
Home may be home to you but to me it's foreign
Even the matador don't pull
The game took a turn crazy its all gravy
Thanks to 50 cent and shady they goin' play me
These lil' niggas can't phase me
They just babies
Play me
know brothers
Mothers know fathers
Sons know they daughters
They blood thicka then water
If one had fifty cents they'd both have a quarter
That only
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped
on beats that you like you consider it
Suck on so many dicks
Not talking bout one man, I'm talking bout many men
I'm feeling like 50 cent
Talking my shit
style, tear you a new ass-a-hole
Flash your dough, but you too cool for the captain
'Cause I don't give a fuck if I was quadruply platinum
And to the 50
Reflex to pull the trigger
Rhymes are Bullets you can't figure
Bucking head like nine Miller
Equal to Lil bill and white pills
Make niggas fall like white
NF - the search remix
I’m Derrick rose with the 50/50
Come at me and you ain’t lookin pretty
My schemes are dirty with the gritty gritty
My Gods
And saved from the ill intents
Are we heaven sent or made by these elements
Of the present sins
Now love always relevant
Whole world looking to you
For some
that I'll be rich
Milli or dime Don't need a cent
When the beat recline you know this it
Bitch it's do or die
Get the bag or never try
Open up my third
the earth is flat
And doesn't move
I erase the past
By the drugs that I do
But it makes me think that
The gods are all black
But never say that in school'sits
are you on
I make moves just to make more
You the type of guy that'll flex a lot
And steady borrowing ya cousin clothes
I go and get it by any means
I
Ya hate me cause I I'm nice up on the mic
I'm twice the size of rice
My flow keepin em' right
Brain dead you need cents like 50
Cause you won't truly
Cant do the fake shit
Not even with the family
Cross me once
I'ma cross you off
If you touch my niece
Let them hammers go off
Got bullet by the boxes
Is there nothing that a madman won't say?
Is there nothing that a goat won't eat?
Common sense,
Misinformation received
By the common man
You
stopping us
Yeah, are you ready are you ready
Yeah ready to dive
Into this love (no fear) (no yeah)
Are you ready are you ready
Yeah ready to dive
Into this
it, rounds in it
We're gonna start cause we know we gon' finish Know we gon' get it, are y'all with it
50-50, yeah, I love the way that you gon' split
you heard
But they say 50 sang too much
And Em got soft (Got soft)
And they say Dre just fell the fuck off (Woo)
Well, fuck the fuck-offs! All y'all eat
was a friend
But it was no friend of mine
So I'll tell you how it's going
If you tell me how it went
He said I have fifty dollars
If you've got fifty
homie then
Just on da one hunnid tip
I be feeling like 50 cent,
My haters be like mini mes,
I Get hated on by many men
Pimp my pen for dividends,
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