Lyrics:
want one I'll sperge and borrow you a couple of quarters, fifty cents will give ya almost 10 mintues of bed wigglin', you know vibratin', to let you know
jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que son los numero uno jajaja
Seguimos
come get me
Got plays they come by the fifty
Young nigga, he play with them Simi's
Young nigga, he scraped with the Glitzy
Young nigga, he'll flood your
But I ain't gonna stop
I met a girl on Bleecker street
Underneath a lamp she said she had a speaker
I said I had an amp
We took em to Mcdougal and
We
dicky, dicky (Bang)
Call me cent how I'm stacking up these fifty's fifty's (Ay, ay)
We big like Giza
Call me pussy pleaser (Pleaser) (Giza)
I am evil
Shoot
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
when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with
fifty’s and Hundies
Man I’m all about the cream
What you mean
I mean cho
I mean doe
Nigga I need mo
Nigga what you mean
Legal tender sufficient funds
wave back
No cap im going 360
Force Ones foamed out
These shits was 360
My name heavy in these streets
Butter Bean Dempsey
Giving these bitches
militant
Cause many men wishin death upon me like I'm 50 cent
But I can't go think about my sins and I start to repent
Cause lord knows to fuck somebody over
heard," I'm back in my zone like what's the word
In my fucking bag, I'm not turning back, like fuck the salt
I'm in my fucking bag and I'm not turning back
By yo homie
Gotta keep the grass low
Watch out for the snakes
Know we
Boutta blow
Just uping up the stakes
If its
Me and bro
Splitting 50 cent cakes
lovin' it
Carve a smile on his face now what's funny bitch
I laugh at my opps we ain't duckin' shit
I put one in his face like he 50 cent
I knock out all
me inhale
No time to look up in the sky
Dry your tears and stop cryin'
50 Cent show us at 2005
There's a lot of fake goals so Get Rich or Die Tryn'
me
Grew up in the slums never dumb was friendly
But the streets beat it outta me tell 'em I'm deadly (I'm deadly)
By the end of 5th grade more than
to that/
Manifestation rap/
The infiltration from the station got us pacing back/
I stay in tact like a poster/
Posted in the crib, hopeful. Watching 50 Cent
left
Up in the street bitch think this shit cool
Niggas don't do it for fun
Look up on my back you can see a couple scars
Lil shooter is a villain and
He
Uh Uh too many, too many
Trying to win uh
Too many losses
Smoke like I smoke nigga,
Whatever,
Lifestyle ratchet
This feel like that 50 cent '99 how
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
Specially posed, fit but you know the Streets video
Here we go, it was all good just a week ago
Seems like yesterday we was one people
Ten man onstage back
the street thing almost enter me hm hmm
So no come here dey chat me shit ma bo pari e
Anyhow make you see am, live my life inna 50/50 yeah
(Anyhow make you
They like pussy I digest
I mean invest I'm 50 cent I been busy
Rome bet I get jiggy but not wit that
Cause' we hoes and we want the paper
Skrt off
really get like that
Like how I say it, don't you
I just need a hit to spark the wick, then bitch we lit
Tezzo, that's my blooda, we was splitting ' 50
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
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