Lyrics:
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
Probably many
Tryna run it up, 50k a Inny
Pocket watchin, worried about the bread I'm spendin'
Yeah, I'm from the Bronx, on the track, I can get busy
They
ah hit you
How the fuck you goin’ act when that fat shit hit you
Big 223’s or we 556 you
Walk down with a drac or the slide by get you
Imma let
He got lined by a thot
We killed him with a 50
I just poured a 5 ounce
My Fanta lookin' filthy
Niggas never outside
These pussy niggas kill me
Get
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
station in Jamaica
Queens zach Fink Ny1 50 cent:
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50
Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want
Shots to his chest Fifty Cent like its Many Men
Yeah, Fifty Cent like it's many men
I been getting to the bag I won't stop now
Just like Kyle Lowry you
I'm on my
I'm on my grizzy
Fo' shizzy
Just stacking
Hundreds and fifties
Gon touch a mil
God my witness
Gon have a
Big pot to piss in
You waste your
the head 'cause any minute it could pop
Sleep wit' my heat by my bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pop
No, I ain't trustin' nobody, good for that guap,
Bitch ass niggas, I'm playin', got 50 Bitch ass dyke, keep bluffin', I catch that
bitch, she get hit in her titty Walk with that fat shit, straight
the California sunshine
[Chorus]
I'm in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard,
We can't find Biggies killers so we gave Diddy a star,
And I'm by
niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change
drops
I'm kickin' down the door-crushed cool box
Rockin' the bells like a madman
Dissin', event-flippin' the script-but then I made my first $50
the smoke, you said, "Stand down," uh
Cold heart, never get cold feet when the pressure come
It was beef, I had to tell niggas, "You better come"
Sister
I'm talking about
I turn my swag on every time my song on
Na i cant teach you how to Dougie
I be doing it wrong
Like the Bad Boys yea i get my Diddy
Scenes when you play with dirty money like diddy
Get burned you won't even see a cent that's fifty
Watch out for the rats and the mice like Mickie
(wipe me down)
Just left New York City hooked up wit P. Diddy
Finna blow past 50 you gone have to (wipe me down)
We the best I'm a fool I'm the hemi
and fifties
Only had cents I was feeling like 50
My Pockets fat now they looking like biggie
They gone bop to this song just like diddy
If she a bop then she
now, now
Remember back when I was Penny Pinchin
Split a dollar with my nigga, both of us gon' 50 cent it
Many enemies that want me finished, still I keep
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
a zone with me
Hundreds they clone quickly
Bad boy no Diddy
Look how we winning 20's & 50's big ole tiddys
I want that nana I go & get it
She want that
I'm killin' shit
Makin' hits
Order 66
This is it
Time is up
I'm killin' many men
No 50 cent
But I'm wild
I can't get no rest
Up all night
Don't get
Cinnamon kisses
Busy Give me ten Better yet fifty
Cents Bout to spend all of pennies
Shit I’m just lit Those were my fifties
Bankrupt
Get ya bank up
Can’t
Diddy yeah take that
Take that
Nigga said he want smoke I pull up at ya throat ain't no take backs
Nigga flexing with 10 I pull up in a Maybach with 50
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