Lyrics:
Purple Rain, baby, stupid
Reproduced and directed by 50 Cent
Starring Curtis ''50 cent'' Jackson
Clifton Powell, Treach, Gabriel Casseus
Sasha
Delvalle,
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit
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
bird on me
Nothin' to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific
Money, money, money
Man that shit comin' in digit's
I got 50 cents on me
Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin
now I get 50
Lets run up some bands Im down to get it (down to get it)
We outnumbered by these bitches why trip
Never let em come between or take away
committin homicides and drive-bys
livin with ?????
but still slanging that fuckin pie
and got more bitches than you
so what the fuck you
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should
what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it
fuck wit many men
No 50 cent
But im really bout my dollars
Man im really bout my Benz
And if I aint got then I swear its coming in
Yeah if I aint got it
fuck the police officer Rick the enemy!!!!!
[Chorus: 50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came
two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Middle finger to the 5-0
I
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
and park the Bentley
Finna go fuck with some bitches
Big B in the trenches
I'm runnin my band on fitness
50 on my neck, 30 in the clip
I'ma let it rip
listen 50 Cent
They don't understand me I was misunderstand
But somebody like me, Right now is all my friends
I wil be the famous bitch, fuck your nonevent
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
100s on 50s on 50s on 100s
I pullin’ up, know you bitches don’t want it
Up in this club like we own it
See you in there actin’ phony
Tell your bitch
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
bitches see this ice, they get wetted up (hot, hot, pussy)
Bumbaclot, you know we not scared of you (fuck it, fuck it)
You know just where we
he better than Eminem
Fifty Cent, Lil Wayne, and
Drizzy Ain't this
Nigga a singing Man He, Really Tryna get busy
With the best that
I call, the Worst
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!
I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50
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