Lyrics:
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
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
down for the count you just saved by the bell
I told her let's go get a drink
I'm tryna see what you think, uh
I got a 100 on me
Wait I got 50 on me,
fifty cents
The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby
Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G
But I
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
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
another knot
Keep your bank on swolle and your honey in the pot, bitch
Because I can back it I can't help but talk shit
Feeling like 50 Cent when he
Gave you my two cents, ain't got money babe
I'll take you somewhere fun and tell you something funny
Something funny, babe
When I open my eyes
Oh,
gettin' rings like Sonic
On the hang glide damn I'm so damn fly
This swag kill a nigga so hard
I just seen his man die
Stand by, I got bitches
a send a text, shawty we on Cinemax
Feelin' like I'm in a scope (interscope)
Fuck the aftermath, we sent(cent) 50 at his cantaloupe
Made it thru the rain,
of Floyd done put that fear into many men
Many men
Fifty Cent Many Men
I'm not a fan can't pretend
Shit get crazy where my baby
Rock my baby FN
Shorty mad
I'll give you a mouthful
You be a breath of fresh air like incense
And I just want a little bit, word to 50 Cent
But if you're down with all them
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
I was raised by the OGs with the packs wrist glowing
No matter what you selling dawg just keep the money flowing
Matter fact I use to sell the dog
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
(50 Cent)
Might just fuck the nigga bitch
I ain't got shit to do (yeah, I can)
Gotta put my shit on DND soon
As I hit the booth (Hit the booth)
Why you
am I in a dream
If she sold her product on the street probably be name supreme
Fifty cent make two quarters that's five dimes where is she
Women out
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
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"
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
Capri Suns for fifty cents (yeah)
Now I just hate to reminisce (to reminisce)
So if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it
I-I-I-I-I-I
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