Lyrics:
My wrist a trophy, gold medal the chain
They check my stats say I'm doin my thing
Check the stats I put in the pain
Check my stats belong in Hall
to have the roles reversed
The shelters were worse
My soul was hurt
Only thing kept me grounded
Was a Hova verse
Stick up the world and split it 50 50
Y'all
You know what west coasts niggas is gon' tell me?
This is too west coast.
Doing my own thing
And if you got a problem with that
Then the Nina go
Hasn't it ever occured of
Stand on your own two, please
I never heard of
By the window in the bathroom
That one did it got a dress like a brother
Then both
to the Mo-B
In a black hoodie, it's the O.G., you know me (me)
Never bow to no feet or kiss no rings (rings)
Hold my own ground, never doin ho things
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
as of right now, I’m doin my own thing
Ain’t tryina sign no record deal, I tell em I’m tryina own things
It’s the FTB CEO, I’m wit my homies we talkin bout
and at least half your homies
We at the top
Don't crack
I've been doing my own thing (I've been doin' it baby)
And they said don't never change (that's
Went to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collard
greens but there's no money left in my wallet
But I kept fifty cents for my juice (word?)
Now we
bitch
(You've done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch
(I'm a p.i.m.p) Ima pimp bitch
(You done heard about me) Coz I'm the shit bitch
Now things change
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT, I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT, I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT
It's
the Slaughter's came up
'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent
Because of my relationship with
the Slaughter's came up
'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent
Because of my relationship with
Knowing my off days are 808s
And old Drum breaks from all them old days
When Fifty Cent was poppin and Eminem was a show king
Consumed by what i became
the all black Camero
50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat
I'm a Hot Boy to the police
And I'm a thug on the street
Yeah I score from Slim and B
10
a friend along
To help me show my appreciation the right way
Ladies, Mr. Jamie Foxx
Mr. Foxx, Ladies
(Remix)
I love her 'cause she got her own
She
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
it solo
I got a dream it's not gonna happen by itself
The things that I'm doin doin it for more than just myself
Talk about an enterprise
Not gonna lie
rap stuck in a paradigm
Good thing
I got the keys for redesign
Ya, ya, ya, ya
Crawling my way to a life sippin Devine wine
Ya, ya, ya, ya
Don't
real
Keepin' it a hunnid uh you actin
50/50 still
The high school it was kinda cool, I was my own enemy
Take it back to freshman year, when niggas
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
dope
You fin' to lose when dope
Fiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab
And tell that bitch to get gone
Deep thinker but stubborn and self defeating
Hardly ever listen but maybe it’s just a me thing
Bitch I make my own rules and so i never lose
Got
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