Lyrics:
plan then work it out
I work without the many men
I'm getting my own 50 cent
And then I'll get another cent until I make a hunnid grand
Mahn I know
wonder i hit ya bitch
No jumper aint no assist
Yo money is counterfit
Cashd out to cop a fit
The drout it still exist
You out wit 20 cents
How bout u paid
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
flows so intense
Many men want me boy I feel like 50 cent
Girl you speaking gibberish you ain't making no sense
All the shit you say I don't understand
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
exactly how I played it
A dollar to be made, best believe a nigga made it
Nickels dimes and twenties, and sixty cent bumps
Nigga rollin hard, stackin
of crack
Everything was smooth, exactly how I played it
A dollar to be made, best believe a nigga made it
Nickels dimes and twenties, and sixty cent bumps
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
I am the best walk around like super man
Big s on my chest bullet proof like fifty cent
If I still get some money I can't pay ya rent
S means I'm
just took your money
There once was a time everywhere you turned (where you turned)
Shady-Aftermath was all you heard
But they say 50 sang too much,
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
the judge imma throw a hunnit in his face
This aint sweet and oh so simple
I will get you popped like pimples
Fifty cent will get you dimples
Dat means this
french-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident pussy sells,
you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells
Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells
But you
to the grave where you noticed I was gay uh huh, uh huh
An ice cream truck
Drives my way by
Popsickle sticks for 50 cents man
My mouth is blue
I lost my keys
Go by the name of Weezy F and
I'm walkin' out the Bally store with ten bags
Fly as a motherfucker girlie on my staple
Cause her friend say I'm
I don't play by the rules
Yeah, Aye
Funny how one day they blow up when back then they was giving hate
I don't even care no more, I guess you
velour with the tall Timbs
Dig it?
And it's funny how things change
Got some brothers out there that barely know my name
Did we grow apart?
Or did I
niggas like my niggas
I miss my niggas
I'm lookin' at these pictures
It's funny how the 90's came and gone
Thinkin' about the days when we used
To get our
dudes
But it wasn't love it was from how crooked it moves
Now Im tooken in truth well taken
Lies of satan made me feel like there's no condemnation I hate
and you know what I'm sayin KB probably rummin around here gettin some
haah tot tot tot tot tot [funny noize]
You know what it is [laugh]
My niggas we bout
that by the time he was sixty[00:23.49]His kid would probably be frisky[00:24.99]With some fine young lady[00:26.21]Who was into committing[00:28.55]He
supporter and critic
Time flies but only if you give up and let it
I've been locked in a committed I'm a be gone for a minute
Look what I did by myself look
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