Lyrics:
was milk chocky
And 50 Cent was just a lil' change in the pocky
Headphones don't copy though
The same kid with the loud audio
Lame Mrs. K probably gone,
me for a dollar even though that's all I had left
These greedy lying ass hoes'll fifty cents yo' ass to death!
[Chorus]
When we come up we gettin'
or better
Imma need a million or better
I got some hitters on stand by
That'll make grown man cry
Got them glocks with the red lights
Selling black green tan
I'm Rockin My Chain Anywhere
If You Gon' Represent Your Hood, What You Waitin On?
Security Better Back Up, When They Play This Song
And We 'Bout 50
(50 Cent)
Yeah, it?s 50 uh huh, Scrappy it?s the Unit
Ahh nigga what you don?t know
Is I ride around with the 44
Got a lil brown tryin to get some
wanna fuck
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
50 Cent
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
The god is here to give blessing
Refuse everything he is giving
You need to learn I'm not kidding
Listen to Big, DMX, Jay Z, Pac, 50 Cent
Rick Ross, Cube,
kill-this-shit
Always movin confident never hesitant
You take a extra sec to think now you heaven sent
Take my two cents
If you been talkin shit get on your knees
pinched
Scrapped by, believe me homie, I only had 50 cent And even then, I was still flyer than many men
I wanna be down, with what you're going through I
options
Scared of what I might find
Scared to make the wrong move
I just need the right sign
Bet my last 50 cent I'd get rich or die trying
I can see it in
as fuck)
Guess I'm Louis cause I'm hotter than that, I'm in the ghost
Y'all goin' ghost on your motherfuckin' homies
Down bad, that's the two cents I got
No many men 50cent
Please go away
Temptations they come and they go
We move fast
Yeaaah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Everything's fine at the moment
Don't
young niggas about to spend
They know I throw loco when it's about my Benjamin
Feelin' just like 50 Cent, hated by so many men
Woke up like a bank
bustin' out my window (good pussy)
Feel like 50 Cent (why?), 'cause I got many men, ho (okay)
I be fresh as fuck, expensive linens with no lint
By: Boe Araya ,Yeah, I come through sippin pepsi blue, booo
I go better than Maya Angeluo and skip to my lou, skip on these nuts fo show kid, while I
heavy for the shit they bringing to the table I ain't ready
My two cents worth 100,000 dollars when I talk they see blue strips and the fetty
I wanna fix
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, "rocks, blows,
gettin' 50 cent cakes, so how can I split a ten
You ain't got no directions on this map, how do I know the plan
You gotta go and take the risk, for that
to blast off heat
Quik told me to be all I can be
Nate is my dogg him and warren g
They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat
And even 50 cent said
and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be false
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