Lyrics:
dead, get rich or die trying how I feel like 50 cent
Shout out to all my Hawaiians still struggling, on that lonely island
Turned up on that dumb shit,
Walkman
And I started walking and nodding
And bobbing my head along to 50 cent
He was poppin
Back when he dropped
Get Rich or Die Tryin
I felt so gangster
the door
Like a broken Nintendo
I ain't playing no more
You keep your 3rd Eye closed
But I'm well awoke
By the way that he spoke
I could tell he don't know
skies
Suicidal thoughts in my mind
Since the tender age of nine
Live a life of crime
Karma gonna come back in time
Fifty cent told me you know what
Get
if ya know what I mean
I then watched as one by one all the stars of TGIF went up
John Stamos was second, Bob Saget third
(I still swear this was
you up when you aint gotta cent
All that fake love where the real love went I'm asking
Ay where them niggas that got your back when you laying flat
Ay
Yea
Bou
Aye
Ain't no way I can lose bitch
I went from hopping the gate at the station to hoppin out new shit
Don't need your two cents
I took a risk
"I sit by myself"
"Talking to the moon"
Trying to get to you
No one around
I'm talking to the moon
Searching for greatness
I hope I find it soon
It's
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
Hotspot
Any day now, dear IRS
I know, take your time
One week ago I created a new DeviantArt account as the Prophet Obblonge, and by the end of today
Will
paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent
They said, "if you was white, should be all right"
"If you was brown, stick around"
Yeah
See it's 50/50 on everything
Ain't nothin for certain, you know
But it's all there
Turn a 50 piece to a dollar, that's a coin flip
Spread
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
Tryna to make a dollar out of fifteen cent
Way past due on last month's rent
Left a message on the telephone
Asking if I could get a loan
Went to go
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
[Hook]
I am 100, I double 50 cent
If you wanna talk ish ya derrier gets kicked
Show you who's boss like Feds did Micheal Vick
And show ya how
the dollars and cents, tryna make it hit
Pray you never forget, pray you never forget
Pray you never forget, all the days that went
All the nights in the ditch,
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but two hours of pushing broom
Buys an eight by twelve
Yeah (I knew this day was coming)
Sometimes, you gotta come back down (it's all going to hell now, man)
Stoop to someone's level (yeah)
Five
it
I run to that money I gotta go get it
I run up them digits I go get them fifty's
I remember days n***** didn't have a penny
Now I go fuck up a bag
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
(Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?
(Chalupa)
A day in the life on the soil in caliscrillya
Take
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