Lyrics:
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
[50]
It's 50 dent & S-N-double O-P
You don't want no snoop & you don't want it wit me
[Chorus (50 cent)]
Every time I come around they like
New Shit tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon
Bump Dat niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it to 'em where they pump at
12
that bitch, then pulled off with her friend (skrrt)
"How he get that?" Shh, just know we got it in (brrt)
Gave my partner fifty cent, he shot many men
niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change
Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin
Purple Rain, baby, stupid
Reproduced and directed by 50 Cent
Starring Curtis ''50 cent'' Jackson
Clifton Powell, Treach, Gabriel Casseus
Sasha
Delvalle,
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I love it
From
lika gatherin
So dont be playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya,
in the chest
They never breathe again
Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again
What's a man tryna wake up
Who can't wake up?
Back guards face
the streets, like, look
(Favor, turn me up)
Oh-oh-oh, look
Oh-oh-oh, look
Ayy, ayy, ayy, check this out, I really just 'bout to tell 'em how I feel
50
the plug right by the bed on the 101
101, it's a real nigga 101, this a trill nigga 101
Real nigga 101, let's have a real nigga 101, this a real nigga
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
'cause You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You can't Do It Like Me)
{[50 Cent
ain't feeling 'em
Walking in my big blue chucks
Cause I'm killing 'em
Hey what up 'cause, it's 50 cent
What's happening nigga?
Ever since the moment I
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto.
Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting
50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
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
when your homie barely blink
He just done powder only at seventeen
You know the common statistic
Inspired by hoop dreams
Now hire about street schemes
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