Lyrics:
It's only the man in me
God forgive me, this man deceased (God forgive me)
We'll cut off your hands, come see (hey)
Rup up and score on the opps by
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
envy from my partner had look It up
What is that don't got no time for the fuck shit
Yes I'm a bull know we don't quit
Just cut him off
Just cut him off
got the nine like fifty cent
You use the wrong tone you get stomped out by many men
Always ready to brawl Controlled Chaos is raw
All I do is spit facts
grounds
Wit the Shits
Just know I'm down
Reasons my niggas keep me round
Fifty cents you want a brown
I'm cool on any side of town
Screaming free my niggas
bitches, they call me Larry/by the way I get back to the hustle, this shit is scary/runnin circles round the game, I’m engaged to be married shit/I’m just
from talking like that
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this;
she's so fuckin' bad, buy her double C's
I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on shit
she's so fuckin' bad, buy her double C's
I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on shit
turn fact to fuel
Fifty-two, like action news
Action starts by grabbin' cards
Makin' sure they're all there
Next part sayin' what's up to Grandpa
By
to share
Rather eat by myself
So they looking at me all salty
I learned to cut hair
So I could buy soups
And fill up my belly
And fill up my belly
My
can take me (c'mon)
It's they who legs I brake and make achy
It's they who mistake me and make me so angry
(I'll shit on you!) I'll spit on you
this bitch
Got them drum luggers with them hollow tips
Hottest hit of the year yeah this is it
50 Cent back on that gangsta shit
On my way out
this bitch
Got them drum luggers with them hollow tips
Hottest hit of the year yeah this is it
50 Cent back on that gangsta shit
On my way out
with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit
it
Dattebayo in denial verbal jutsus just weak shit
Me I'm monthly made cut deeper than demon blades
Cause this flow was made for me while y'all was
And get a regular job where I'm working 9 to 5
Shit, I'm the Biz and it's great to be alive
[Master Ace]
I'm making crazy hits, a winner never quits
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
Whooo kid
Yo what's up it?s the kid 50 cent this is new shit right here on (site) exclusive
You got me feeling crazy them a motherfucker
Remember
there?" "Louder!"
[Pharaohe Monch]
This is masterful, classical, material wax, imperial tactics
Black shit I master, traps that collapse backwards
All
test a nigga, then come see me
In the street I hold my ground like I'm concrete
I know shit ain't sweet so when shit get deep
I'm rich, I can pay
it out that tench
Boo hoo you cryin
Get ya bread up
It'll Fix it
Thurl asf don't front about shit
Get ya top hit
150 nun but sum rent
Like 50 cent
i see so many niggas die
My face look like the Behelit
I been to Hell and back, my nigga
I'm surprised that I made it
Shit's amazin'
I been haunted by
All I see is shadows, even in the darkness, why my demons always coming round trying to start shit?
These niggas stay lying, I always stay flying /
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