Lyrics:
And that’s bein’
N4B
Not A Bitch I go HAM
Hard as A Mofo man take a STAB
Same Type Attack Bonus this shit’s MAD
Mutual Assured Destruction
Damn
N4B
Not
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by
Nigga don't act like a bitch! (Ha ha!)
That's why I never love a bitch! (Yeah!)
50 Cent, Too $hort and E-40 say bitch! (Remix!)
She sucked me off,
with you brother and your best friend too
Sit on the porch and drink some more beer
I don't need your fifty-cent lovin' round here
round here [x5]
one but i don't know why
50 Cents to my name
I'm still laughing to the bank like ha ha ha ha
Light up and blow that smoke in the sky
I just lit another
rather see us ignorant, control the information
Keeping us from asking questions covering signs of corruption
You can say that I'm paranoid to avoid
name's ***** I'm came to compete
These Versace is from Italy
I used to run track in the heat
Past failure I'm tryna delete
I'm *****, I been here before
Ladies and gentleman
I know you were very surprised when
You heard for the first time
50 Cent is running for the president
I like to thank you
For
[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,
that's a pour out for my hittas
Hustle till it happens and ride foreign my nigga
I really get it it's residues on my digi
Bread by Scandalous
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
(Trell's on the track)
I'm on Mars right now, oh, oh, oh
It's a real nigga 101, oh, oh, oh
Look
Ay, coupe me,
nothing legal here
If we're getting clocked by amprs then we are leaving there
All my dons are hustlers and they aco ain't no feeble here
I've not seen 50
the Chosen one
By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun
Like fifty cent you wanna be best friend
If relation will you be my rider to the end
Confessions
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
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
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
'm here for the win
Semenya on track
I'm out of your league
Semenya on track
I'm here for the gold
Semenya on track
A true champion
Semenya on track
Again
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
Jackson
Lv50 the white Lamar Jackson
(Lv50)
(Lv50)
(Lv50)
(Lv50)
Lv50, 50Cent
Lv Curtis Jackson my niggas flagging I'm back to rapping after this
Lv50, Lv50
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT
(UNIT, haha) , yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
And Lloyd Banks
(BANKS) , and Tony Yayo (YAYO)
Nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You
rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit
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