Lyrics:
amaze minds, as I go in! Long way from Edwards Cleveland daycare center, I attended, as a kid. In Albany houses, Brooklyn, building Fifty Cent killed in.
Nigga, dollar fifty rocks, nigga
On the real, I had eighty cent rocks
homey got shit locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin the six-fo'
50 Cent
Gang, Big 50z
East side Forever nigga
Aye, smoking dead opp the the face
No I can't feel my face, hit em that drac
Bitch we was hoping out in broad
Yo, That would be me!
Who your wife he let fuck her for free?
That would be me!
Who get your ass shot dead in the street?
That would be me!
Who stand
[B Stille]
Yooooo!
I said Yooooo!
For all them industry haters that said we couldn't do it...
This for my country thug street yeagas!
You know
at?
556, nigga, in his knee cap
Did the trap 50 Cent I will be back
Glock put a hole in his hoodie like Kanye
Tec-9 turn him to a celebrity
I'm selling
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
I throw my 2 cents in
Well make it 5 percent then
If black man is God then
The ghetto must be heaven under fire
Holy war against the races
stealin' my style they should get charged for embezzlement
Ill kill the beat, your family, your residence
I hate this, I paint this
My eyes they be low
Get the strap it won’t stop me bitch I be in the club on some cocky shit
Many men not like me cuz I body shit
Betta back down jus a lil bit
Even 50 cent
reel em in
And my momma said not trust many men
That's the reason I never trust any men
Hit the store get the bummy for 50 cents
Hit the store get
what the fuck
He just need some love, he just need a hug
And his bitch, I don't need shit
But my blick and my 30 clip
Remember I ain't have 50 cent, shit
cent, nigga? For that amount of money, I'ma get your head lit
My gun came with a stand and got a leg switch
My drums come with that K-shine, it's a dead
be me in the ground
But I guess that two's company, three is a crowd
So it looks like I'll be here until the bitter end
But I feel like 50 Cent, cos
the checkmate
Of the chess game
Through more testing than Ed Gein
For a med change!
You'll be left with a dead brain
You're better off sniffing lead paint for
One
of California
5-0 find a young girl dead around the corner
Mommies on her knees she had tears in her eyes
And nobody knew why the young girl had to die
your goal
What is your aims
Be Bigger than life
Bigger than life
Beat the statistic
Say whatchu gonna do
Live by your code
Just don't show em
Pan
I'm just kidding, nigga I'm just playing
Still working hard just to make a band
Gotta get the bag by any means
My girl thick I'm tryna be her jeans
from her, cause she borin'
Top down in a horse, I give two cents bout a whore
Like I'm dark, I'm feelin' like the voice
Pushin' the P like I'm ridin'
like 50 Cent when drop many Men
Living everyday and I'm shooting for The stars Backwood filled with MAC 1 I'm on mars
Everybody turnt they back on me
forgot a friends name
When I was listing them
Told them all the songs are fifty/fifty
Profits low that if I split it
To each it'd be a couple cents to them
legroom
Don't worry 'bout 'em, he be dead soon
The hatred come 'cause I'ma threat to 'em
I used to get on the bus, go roll up a blunt with niggas I
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna
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