Lyrics:
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,
your light
Woah
Who brought the streets back to life
I
Move like a thief in the night
Took
A trip to the bank with that pipe
Yea
I'm in here speaking
station in Jamaica
Queens zach Fink Ny1 50 cent:
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50
Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka
I was digging in them couches trynna scrape up 50 cents
Had good intents
You see houses, I see licks
All I was some chips
Just me and my woes
I don't
rappers
50 Cent for a 2Pac
For the low price of half of how much a dollar really cost
Four for five chicken piece
Off the bone, lickin' grease
Salmonella
an example by an ex-trapper
Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only
sick
Many men want see me fall, dawg I feel like 50 Cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest and I had to go repent
Smoke one joint it had me on my ass and I say
like I'm OG King
Wished death upon by many men, like I was 50 Cent
I've been standing out on them street lights, on some foreign engineer
Big booty
(Skrrt) speedin' in it, let the car cruise
Put me 50 Cent on them Ja Rules (Ah)
Prices goin' up in the city
Twenty-six fifty for a jar of blues
Twelve
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
cares who makes the laws
When you get hit by that arrow
Wall street is the place to go
Get on down with an IPO
We're going to the land of rich and plenty
Who that in my eyes some Clampett eaten away by fungi
Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti
When half your army in
a dummy check, like run me that
Ion do man bags, put 50 on a moneypak
You walkin, tellin high school stories of being a running back
And I ain't tryin
'For extra fifty cents you can get two gatorades'
'I don't give a fuck if you give me fifty gatorades all I want is one fucking Gatorade'
I don't give
)
Come on (come on, come on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
From front to back street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, workin' street corner in
on those beats
This for my niggas back home
That love to stay in those streets
Get your money and stay alive
It's hard just to breathe my nigga
We tryna turn
Its just the game
Let me count my blessings
Went from livin in the streets shawties undressing
Now switchin lanes and changing addresses
Wife and son
song by The Fray
Cause I said it did let it live
Give me the credit like reddit
I'm throwing these subs
Like 50 cent, I'm dead or at least "many men
Will
Mac in the back
Best beware
Cause the streets don't play
It's a trap
Put a hole through your brim
Bullets snap through the back
Maniak in his bag
do,
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent!)
Look bitch, he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
ain't feel right without hearin' Joe in the beginning
50 switched it back, Instagram was doin' the most
If Tekashi was home, he would've told us who
again
Fuck that
Bounce back
I'm comin' in again
I'm killin' shit
Makin' hits
Order 66
So this is it
Time is up
I'm killin' many men
No 50 cent
But I'm
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