Lyrics:
homey got shit locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin the six-fo'
50 Cent
of dishes
I don't fuck with niggas cause these niggas be switching
Run down give his ass nine like 50
Okay
Okay
I like being by myself
I like peace and quiet
You can fuck it you can suck you can leave it alone
25 cents is the regular price
50 cents you can fuck it twice
75 cents you can fuck it to the bone
amber rose
Choke on my dick like some cinnamon
Many man want me dead call me 50 cent
Fuck nigga I smoke on adrenaline
And I'm always gon keep it
prosper
Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doing this since a young buck
Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk
Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
Some Say I'm Crazy For Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same
I got fifty shots no 50 cents
You know I'm fifty
Ion know why ops be mad, they irrelevant
I got too many Glocks, I'ma specialist
Why them niggas be
me hounding me trying to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watching her
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
told me she think I'm the shit
Told Lil Shawty sheen never lien cause I'm…
Ima get rich or die trying and ion know 50 cent
I can get rich as fuck I still
Yeah, we smokin' the strong, so I call it Samoan
Fuck on your bitch, I'm the coldest
Icy nigga, yeah, frozen
Money on me, stay growin
Took a lil' dip
And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority
Then he shall see shells
But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not
It's simple
on the road
This the fifty-fifth day, still goin' strong
Fourth and fifty-six, fuck it, gang, I'm goin' long
Fifty-seven, five-seven F&N, I'm totin' pole
stars made by cinnamon
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm hated, yes, by many men
She look me dead up in my eyes, baby, do you love
Him, or me (or me)
Not one
at Mcdonald's
Rob's Railroad for four dollars and twenty cents an hour I was like
"Who the fuck do this shit? This is wacker than a motherfucker"
This what
hills
With a whole lotta Benjamins thumbin
Say its all bout da cash
So I turned 50 cent to a dollar I got off my ass
But once I got a bag
Everything
BOOM
Young tune, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, trying keep the reaper off me
I drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm
'bout that!
Want to tell that D's yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha 5th in ya mouth
Jack! 50 Cent!
I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout
It! - I'm
in the kitchen ain't shit
Hole in ya sock nd ya holdin ya piss
Husslin just to scrap up 50 cent
Share clothes wit my bruddahs
That's as real as it get
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
Game gggggggg Unit!
See I'm a city boy man I ain't from the South
50 Cent man ya'll niggas ya'll
Know what I'm
(Okay, okay) okay Ayyee Ayee (Ayyee)
Fuck you cause you didn't love me back then bitch
(Ha ha ha)
I get racks I'm countin hundreds 50s in my city
I
Bad bitches let ‘em in / Nigga I like em Caucasian and cinnamon/counting up many man / pockets on 50cent I count up many men / they know how I get it
and Gucci
We wildin', we laughin'
Cinemax, it's a movie
Hit the gas, and we'll lose 'em
Fifty bags, and I'll move 'em
Nigga ask, I do this
Four bitches
I be so high I be smokin on a pile o weed
N I won't stop til my pockets on a salary
Tell me why the fuck
These pussy niggas mad me
I'm a king up in
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