Lyrics:
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We don't bet no lil shit We bet big bag
Ain't no internet shit Really into dat
Come gamble with us get a big bag
Roll da dice You can get fifty cent
Class is open (yo)
Class is open (yo)
Class is open (yo)
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
Understandable smooth shit to jump
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
that your arsenal be the largest
[Hook: 8 Ball & MJG, P. Diddy]
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
2wo2imes real mob ties shit
You know how I'm brackin'
The trenches, nigga
Gangway right now, sticked up
That nigga runnin' shots, 50'd up, nigga
Gang
(Tre is that a band?)
Im finna get out the hood
Just to come back in some new shit
They say Im misunderstood
Give a fuck about ya two cents
I see
the roof
He landed on Mercer by Versace
Last time they see me I'll
Be shootin' out the Masi
Gucci tearaway suit's, Jesus
Make two bricks out of one
Wipe your
[Puffy]
Yo Short man
I was with this chick last night
She was like, hey Diddy, ummm Diddy
Why you so motherfuckin' fly
I had to tell her bitch I'm
shit by yourself
Say he a stepper got stepped on nigga got left
Caught everything out the clip ran out of health
Run them bands up oh they hating we
I spent me a 50
You can't keep up with me
I might do a show out in Houston like Whitney
All my boys with me
If shit's getting gritty
I'm not like
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Ya'll niggas want to get high, well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you want
like it's legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get
It if we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Big
knees
Then mp3s made it a breeze
To download every song ever recorded with ease
“I'm a fan,” you'd say, “Of this new band the Black Keys”
So you torrent
years away from when they say
The world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking
For 50 Cent from "Many Men", one
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
This shit I wrote quick shit I hate
Broke niggas
That always got something to say
Got some nerve to have an opinion renegades
I don't give a fuck
n****s can't even rap
I need you to tell ‘em some'
Verse 1: T.U.R.K
I'm what you get if the old school were to meet the new
Biggie without Diddy and if
I'm tryna be too rich
I ain't ask for ya two cents
Use to be a nusiance, but now I got new cents
They got the goat out, think I ain't gone show out?
the store and we both get 50 cent cakes
You heard what I said in that new shit I say
If you can't break bread he fake
I had one more buck on my plate
It was
50 Cent: G-UNIT
Announcer: MTV News on MTV 2
Gideon Yego: Hi I'm Gideon Yego with MTV news. 4 weeks strong at number one and the Eminem Show is
Uh
The light-skin with the nice trim
400 spokes riding the stroll by the white folks
The rare bones get the bare Jones
If it's the caddy, it's
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?
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