Lyrics:
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
bout that
Got price tags you ain't bout that
That bitch you love we popped that
That shit talk you ain't bout that
Don't get caught in that traffic
right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
Ayo, listen up New York City
This the kid 50 Cent
You're now tuned
off the stoop with
Know I kick in my two cents, it's duffles and toothpicks
To give you 16 feel like if a pound flew in
Competition Nutso, let's GPS
they fifty K in the lose right now, yeah
Nigga, play me, nigga, play me 'til the day I get to save me
I'm watchin' mad face and y'all niggas is movin'
level, uh
I'm trying to get these dreams off the ground
All aboard for the shuttle
All the hoes
Screaming oh
Lil' nigga go
Go for the gold
Ok B-I
Can't a young man get money anymore?
Let my pants sag down to the floor
Really do it matter as long as I score?
Can't my car look better than yours?
is power, learned that from my mother
Gotta keep goin', can't slow down
Tryna get high, tell her roll now
Like that nigga squid, keep your nose down
If
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
of brilliance we reveal instead of holdin' inside
Ordained by God's the only way we know to describe
If you rollin', let's ride, you're welcome to get in
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
got to move do it right here
Yeah thought they had me on the ropes
That was just a rope-a-dope
Now its all clear
Swayze
Play by my own rules
Got to get
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
myself, don't need accountant
Im on the dark net, I'm lookin for plugs
Shooter fresh home and he lookin for slugs
I was down bad and I ain't get no love
Now
I been doing this since 50 cent recorded Back Down
You watch power and act surprised like "50 cent could rap? Wow
These jokers getting diddy bopped
Don't ask me but she nasty
Tell mummy that we Liggy
I'm a rapper I can talk get silly
I can say what I want like 50
Per cent of these niggars
They never
Homie you can get it
You niggas talkin', but I live it
I pull up on you, you gon' feel it nigga
I ain't with the talkin'
I ain't with the dissin' you fuck
If it's really smoke, then we slidin' down your chimney
Niggas don't wanna war us
But they always be dissin' and shit
That's they problem
They fuckin'
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
a "Peezy" stepper it's law I'll get on yo ass for all that dissin'
I'm the type of nigga that hit my opp when I see em then don't mention it
Opps the type
nigga
A joke?
Passed the pint to Crodie and patted him down
Came up 1500 from pattin' him down
This what you get for tryna be down
Shit happens, charge
Sneak dissin', get a nigga in the box nigga
Fourteen, no box, just Glock nigga (let's get it)
I'ma hit it by myself, ask Rock nigga
No cleanin' but I
50 Cent got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But 50 Cent got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeeey
If you got a big dick
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