Lyrics:
get rich (Get rich)
Trying make a dollar outta 50 cent (Hey)
You ain't never did it how a nigga did (How a nigga did)
You ain't never lived how a nigga
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
to 50 packs
And all because this motherfucker got jipped he wants to jip me back
But when I find him I'm gon finalize him
Just to let a nigga know I'm for
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I'm
but I can't forget
When i was asking for them dollars it was barely 50 cent
Names on the list
But I ain’t owe you shit
Never did favors
It leads
fifty cents you got fifty cents left
Roll next door play a little three on three down the park
You remember
Back in the day, I'm waking up I brush my
back
We don't bet no lil shit We bet big bag
Ain't no internet shit Really into dat
Come gamble with us get a big bag
Roll da dice You can get fifty cent
50 Cent-
Next and 50
(Uh-huh)
Next and 50
Next and 50
Next and 50
Yo, yo my imagination is more vivid than life
Playboy November issue page
Put my problems in her hands
Gold’s what she gave back
Swear it won’t be long
Till my name sparks applause
Use This mic is a can of gas
Have everyone
but nigga we dirty boys do dirty things
Posted in the dizzirt-t
Sippin' on that dizzirt-t
Riding down the back road
Check my phone it's 9:30
Ridin' with
off the hook down there in Richmond Mayne
In the black 740 I sat, my hat turned back
"Down down baby," Nelly singin' my wrist blingin' what?
I'm
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
[Hook]
I am 100, I double 50 cent
If you wanna talk ish ya derrier gets kicked
Show you who's boss like Feds did Micheal Vick
And show ya how
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
Its the way i live my life
Always give 100 take back 50
Give one 100 and i take back 50
Dont have anytime to be so thrifty
Dont need a shrine just
handled homey checks Like a banking eagle
Knew the insides of tax laws And hiding yo dough
Cause my homie kept Increasing every cent in his Flow
He could
fifty cent, in a bad predicament
The gon' bust your head by them dead green presidents
Wipin' down the evidence, shooters at my residence
All this
Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack
All dressed in black, black, black
With silver buttons, buttons, buttons
All down her back, back, back
She asked her
named 50 Cent I signed
This shit's official now, the deal is finished and it's time
To get down to this business, let's go get these nicks and dimes
quite upright and
Walked around to the other side of the package. Then she sank down to her
Knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep
she sank down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package,
que el está al lado mío (aha)
Por eso soy un sobreviviente (yeah)
W (It's 50)
50 Cent (aha)
Ferrari F50
Multimillo Records
Yo represento al barrio,
Ya'll niggas want to get high, well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you want
have but fifty cents
I was in Jackson wuppin' with the wimen an men
Hoo-well
Down in Jackson wuppin' with the wimen an men
Well-well, then I betted
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