Lyrics:
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
When it comes to gettin' money bitch we can't stop
Stackin' up the one's time to flip another drop
20's with the 50's with the 100's on the top
We
"go shorty
It's your birthday" on your birthday like
My friends have done to me
Every year since you released In
Da Club in 2003: D
A: They do sing it
church (preach)
We make it light up like a church (preach)
She wanna fuck and I say church (preach)
Do LIV on Sunday like a church (ah, preach)
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires
I'll fo'-five 'em, kill a nigga on my song
And really do it, that's the true
promise
It's fine by me if you die by me
You know I keep the fire by me don't try my people
If I tell 'em to do it at 2:59 you gone die by 3:00
And it's
준비됐어 이미 난
Uh uh uh uh 세상 밖으로 hello
My time to shine
끝이 없이 달려 갈게 watch me, do it, come on (ho!)
Are you ready
Born ready, born ready
Born ready,
I drop 50 on a ring like Giannis
I was born in March it's a madness
Getting ready for the drip like a stratus
Upgraded the Benz to a Brabus
I drop 50
on
50 back on that shit, 50 finger to flip
[Tony Yayo/(50 Cent)]
They dont do it like this, concentrate on the wrists
I got see-thru rocks
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
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
it down
You in the car with your friends, followin my limo around
Puttin a bug in my boy's ear, your "S" is for free
You'll do anything for
pass by
We just do it, you know what we pursing
They just mad they can't get like me, uh
Like me, you know I love the white tees, uh
Ground level you can
literally
It ain’t over till I say it
50 cent get rich or die trying
Niggas wanna know what I’m buying
Yellow Lambos bitch, I’m lying (No I’m lying)
That was
50-50 chance, 50-50 chance...
When I got a nine it's a 50-50 chance...
Straight youngsta
Tryin' to survive in the streets of my town
But everyday
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
contract.
I'm just sitting in benz.
I don't want your 5 cents.
I'm listening to 50 Cent
Don't want to fame
No one's born a blacksmith.
You're like selling
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel
Well John
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
right here by pinnacle
Prepping da baggie Fifty Da minimum
Purchase n peep How I'm pimpin it's pivotal
People Pretend Not to pay me my principal
Pretty
bitch and
Her lips phat
I just rolled a bag
Then I hit that
You got her a bag
It's a big bag
You got her a ring
So she can brag
Little do you know that
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