Lyrics:
forever, cute and thicker than ever
Shit, you know you need a chick like me
Own cars, own house, own shit like me
Uhh, see me and only me
I'm the real Queen
And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority
Then he shall see shells
But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not
It's simple
him
(remind him)
Do a drive-by when I say, Simon (say so)
Send him to kill ya, that’s a assignment
(go get him)
Set this shit on fire, change
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
through by servin y'all
And only cause my man heard of y'all
Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all
[Tony Yayo]
I went from oodles
then you don't know, dat's dat
Shit, a dollar outta fifteen cents, I got a dime
Tryin to hustle up my way to a million, I gotta grind (gotta grind)
won
A cold soul melted by the heat of rising suns
I'm a jack of all trades but a master of none
Can't save face so I think I'll cut my losses and run
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
to the air, son
Hold it, you don’t know shit about my
Life so stay out of it, shit
Isolation tonight
Watch when I shave, I cut my
Face up like a blade,
Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is
(Ugh)
(Yeah, Look)
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men
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
And I've been a hell of a man
They crime diary my cartel
I'm the man of the time like audemars
Master pieces every quarter
I don't see you I need cartier
My
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
Time to multiply them Peso's
Off the Casamigos drinkin and smokin by the ounces
Do what I want so if I tell you please don't announce it
Can't see me so
rap songs
And I ain't blaming 50 Cent, I can't blame T.I.P or JEEZY
Them brothers just making plenty paper off their life stories
See me, myself, I try
the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
dummies this shit right here is an ART
FORM that yawl niggas need to master
Yawl getting to it slow cuz we getting to it faster
Yawl miss a check and feel
think I'm sweet, nigga, come and see
Up Drake on a nigga, I ain't pusha T
Make a nigga say, ugh, like Master P
Nigga, that's that shit I don't like, like
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
on the landline
I could sell it by the pan
Or the gram in this
Scramble in the lamb like I
Got the shit pan-fried
So nasty and so classy
Have you lookin' like Ryan
Would you still have love for me?
Ay girl you're a master piece
I could be ur Romeo no Master P
Play them throwback jams like 50 cent
Girl it's cold
do,
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent!)
Look bitch, he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, rock, blows,
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