Lyrics:
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
of the steepest hill
I gotta dodge these suvs
No cent for insurance no cent for he that raised me pays the bills
I write these rhymes getting chills
Just spend
of followers the same
Fifthteen cent
Thinking colossal shit negative
Fifthteen cent
But get rich or die trying
Thats word to fifty cent
See my girl said it's
Damn, I'm bout to sin again
Feeling like LeBron James
Damn, I'm bout to win again
Feel like 50 cent
Because I'm hated by so Many Men
We used to be cool
going against 50 Cent
That's a no no y'all know better than that
Flowers blooming, morning dew
And the cats just ain't the same
It's a pleasure when you
Made a dollar bill
Straight from 50 cents
Son of immigrants
Turned to richerness
I gotta have it
It's something like your twitter mentions
Yea that boy
50 Cent:
I don't know what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
Aye
Aye
Bow bow
What it do Nate
You ready? (Yeah)
Alright hold up hold up hold up think we got one there
(Aye) Twenties and fifties and hundreds
We
Uh-ha
Mummy raised a good yute, but I'm bad like my surname Jackson
Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (baow)
You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain't
boy in his stripped-down Model A
He says, "Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check, my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my tires, won't you
Diamond chain
Rocks so sharp they cut a wrist
I like a bitch who give me head and ain’t afraid to cut a bitch
Bitch I need the Guap
By the Guap I mean
train to blow
Just LA said
It was me and bro we was at the store
Me and bro got 50 cent cakes
By the way that I'm bussing they think I'm the lakes
Left
some
And all this pain got me numb
My son gonna follow down my path
Im just laying down crumbs
And I don't trust a lot of people
So I stick to my guns
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
[Chorus]
Sayin' "follow my lead, follow, follow my lead."
Cig in my mouth, prescription bottle by me.
And even when I think you might be making
on changing on me, I just keep it one hundred and I tell em keep the change, keep the change. People keep on changing on me, it's to the point where I don't
those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girl standing next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like my baseball cleats
(Eww) But hey, it was
followed me to the top by the trail of these bread crumbs
Cuz if i got it, my people do
All a sudden these niggas my people too?
The ones I invited
Why you change on me
We supposed to be cool
cll the stuff you know when been through
You ain't stick to the code or follow the rules
That's crazy
open-air, Tokyo to Delaware
Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked
You know I want way more than I already got
Give me a song with Eminem and 50
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
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