Lyrics:
You can have her I done hit the bitch
Many men switched like 50 Cent
Go to court y'all turn to witnesses
If you ain't about it you should quit it
of amazing acts!
V57 Lead
We must come to terms,
What their success earned,
Today, we lead better lives
Since these women were alive.
V58 Woman 1
It
with expensive fits that cost bout fifty cents
If the bros blow smoke and the hoes got rolls then baby go light that spliff
Got two bad women on the left
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
history of hip-hop
From way way back
(His martha gupa's?) Hip-Hop Father
Charlie Ahern Wild Style
And 50 Cent's Fifty and More
I used to read this to my
like I'm 50 Cent right now cause many men wish death 'pon me
And them girls they slept on me but right now they're tryna get their heads off me
And,
more than friends
And i'm just tryna better myself cah kway back then I was following trends
I saw you pop up and send a location
I'll be there by
cent
I haven't died yet so I must be gettin rich
Aye let the church say amen
Because even if I'm judged by 12 Lord love me so there's no saving them
had me thinking 50 Tyson's the besy
Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa
That purple kush had me walking in slow mo
Half of these motion detector cameras
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
(Da-dum, ba-dum, ba-da-do-da)
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up
This is fucking
goo)
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size and they width
Sike wait until November 5th
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size
we be pullin' up, my pistol tucked
I don't give a fuck, this shit ain't no luck, you better duck
What I do, to the roof
Proof in pudding 'cause you
dark days
Memories I prayed that would fade
Somethings that I wish I couldn't remember back from the days when I was young
Talking fifty cent juices
licking two cents
But I'll give a buck fifty
Before you skip on off
I ain't plan this at all
Got a man but got her hands on the wall
Content made for
(yeah)
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow
Help, I've fallen, I can't get up
I live in dark, get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, minute man
todavía son erráticos
Wisin y yandel!
The warriors jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que
me brain
And you can see the stains I place upon the sheets
Oh, you gon' come for me?
Well my nigga, you better have an army at least
Or more than
or any miracles
But I'm doin' better on my own
So if you see me, walk on by, babe
Don't say nothin', walk on by now
Do yourself a favor, walk on by
motion
Had to switch the beat up again
No fifty cent in this church we got many men
I pray again every time that I just sin again
I need the grace, need
They run off and steal your sauce
Like they Raising Kane's
Got a lil bit of power
Then his feelings changed
Took 50 cent rounds but it ain't end the same
coat
We hit many men gettin fifty cent bags of chips form the corner store
And if they spin again ambulance gone pick up what I just left in ten floor
son
You know what I mean?
They're gonna thank later
Infamous soldiers, G-Unit
Motherfucking Guerillas, you heard?
Ever since 50 Cent signed Mobb Deep
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
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