Lyrics:
come with me
Not with him
50 Cent know you seen many men
Know you miss me and you wah Me
Lucky for you girl i'm horny
Give me the signal i'm on it
Fuck
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,
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I'm
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
mama, your uncle, your cousin?
I’m showing love cuz it’s really just nothing
Was up in the club, bottle of bub’
I’m fifty cent, man I’m all the above
I’m
and that's a big black bug
Got your 50 cent fortune tucked under your rug
You got your zoot suit body bag ready to blast off
I'm in a milk crate by your
Nigga the work a 9 say its 10
Scribble on the check whit a pen
Right now im wearing Dior but you know I rock louie linen
50cent glass jaw
Shoot his chin
young niggas about to spend
They know I throw loco when it's about my Benjamin
Feelin' just like 50 Cent, hated by so many men
Woke up like a bank
Can't take no hand out not by no niggas
I count G-Unit not 50 Cent
Nigga broke as shit
Could pay your rent
I'm balling hard
Gray Iverson
Braids up in
to dress , couldn’t sag my regular pants
And gotta kiss they ass if you tryna get a 50 cent advance
And unlike 50 cent, I’m not of many men
Sell shares
the lob
She eat dick corn on the cob
Did his bid got hit with fraud
Nigga diss know how that end
Save her name as 50 Cent lil bitch got hit by many men
Oh
(for real)
Dope fiend beggin' for a dollar from me (what?)
But all I got is fifty cents for a cigarette (here)
Landlord in my apartment knockin'
two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent
I bent the corner
at the edge of 30 I've been crying 40 minutes
Over 50 guys just like me flexing 60 what I've got
Had I thought to start by 20 maybe coulda been at 10
But I
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
Trailer for sale 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
The money don't rest
Yeah Wheezy done said it
So I will not rest
Till I get the bag
Yeah
Get rich or die trying
Call me 50 cent
Get rich or die trying
Call me
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
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
to get to my bands
When in need you ain't give me no chance
That's why I had to upgrade my stance
Trynna get the power like I'm 50 cent
Grind up to achieve
Diamonds on my face yah
Everyday eating a chop cheese
Honey bun and a C and C
50 cent lunch had to make it work
Now I can drop a rack on a shirt
remember
still manage like 50 cent
Wishing I had a young buck or a G or a unit inside the whip
183 days I was out and just thinking
4392 hours still achieving
1281
Popped It cnd I Smashed
Pleading G.O.D To Gimme c Chance
To Use My Gift cnd Get The Bands
We The Ones Who Was Serving Fiends Like 50 Cent
cin't No Pot
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