Lyrics:
this game anymore I wanna keep on jumping around
Watching your booty hit the ground cuz I can do that
And we can go back to where I live and keep it
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
Timbaland sounds so good
But I might not be ready i don't know
If I spend a 100 grand on the beat
Then we
game, heroin in
The vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who the next nigga
Ta get popped by a cop? Who the next in the hood 2
Get shot? I hope it ain't me,
your rhymes sound like they
Was written by Clear Channel i used to
Drive through 50 states and hear 50 flows
Now every city knows the same song
It's just
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
the mix and all that shit)
Knamsayin, word up (Make it make it a record real quick, do yo' thang)
Throw ya seatbelts on, ahhight?
(Yeah, hook it up,
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
cheaper than you
Fifty cents
Forty cents
Thirty cents
Twenty cents
No, you can't
Yes, I can! Yes, I can!
Anything you can say I can say softer
I
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope
what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
This relationship is all that it's cracked up to be
Never lack lust in that
that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John Henry's pappy broke jail about a dozen times
The babies
bandz
Ice my neck up wit baguettes but ian never been to france
I got cents just like I'm fifty, I'm that nigga wit the plan
How this land of the free,
price
It's my world ur world we all share the same girls
Northeast Boogie they watching while we do it
Our time 50 for us 50 for the rest of them
MF
can't take this money with me, so I'm blowing every cent
I know you smell the smoke its a heavy scent
I don't do the drugs this my medicine
I know
que el está al lado mío (aha)
Por eso soy un sobreviviente (yeah)
W (It's 50)
50 Cent (aha)
Ferrari F50
Multimillo Records
Yo represento al barrio,
on my mantra
Born July 6th, like Dalai Lama
And 50 cent, I spent your rent
Just on my hair, my underwear
Say Tommy on 'em, that's on my mama
Shawty
Verse One:
Fifty hundred bands nigga oh my my my my
She gon twerk it for those bands nigga oh my my my my
All my niggas got swag grindin for that high
trouble
I pull the heat
I ain't scared of little time, it's just time
Especially when it involves for gettin'
Down for my grind it's all I do, bitch
It's
to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John
cheaper than you
Fifty cents
Forty cents
Thirty cents
Twenty cents
No, you can't
Yes, I can! Yes, I can!
Anything you can say I can say softer
I
them I needed help
I did I did
Nobody reached out so I did it by myself
The same ones that turn their backs on you criticize
When I called my plug he
anything deeper than you.
Thirty feet.
Forty feet.
Fifty feet.
I can drink my liquor faster than a flicker.
I can do it quicker and get even
anything deeper than you.
Thirty feet.
Forty feet.
Fifty feet.
I can drink my liquor faster than a flicker.
I can do it quicker and get even
through you)
Cardboard cut-out real world shut-out
Colour by numbers you’re number one (one!)
Popular to boot
Now scoot
Hey woman
What you gonna do with
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