Lyrics:
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
nothin
You do some dumb shit, so I fuck with your cousin
He was slappin' you down, so I'm getting him busted
I be talkin' bout your brother, he dissin' for
messy (Wait a minute motherfucker)
The I got a call from Diddy
The I got a call from Fifty
Then I got a call from Jimmy
Then I got a call from Jay
we got 50 for 50
Movin' wocky, totin' on this stitchy
We the Makks that put on for the 50's
Drippy demons, we runnin' the city
Opps be dissin' but they
do is bone I sit back and I roll the wood
Then I turn my D&D on
Ayy, niggas know I bang my 50's
Niggas ain't on the time I'm on I ain't tryna get rich
(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
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
a knot... but I'm down to 9 cents and 9 senses tingling since 9,6 when I was 9...
So it's colorful in my head like 6ix 9ine...
Getting and giving colorful
Cent
I'm trying to get in my bag
To get them Chrome Hearts
A lot of pain in my eyes
I got a cold heart
She only text me after hours
Without clothes
lika gatherin
So dont be playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
of knots
Keep dissin' on my brother put
His ass on spot
When time get cold shoot his ass make it hot
Dissing my brothers they think it's a game
(Hah)
This
twenty cents
So your lights won't get cut off
Ya soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo, take them baby GAP shirts off too
You just mad 'cause Payless ran out
twenty cents
So your lights won't get cut off
Ya soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo, take them baby GAP shirts off too
You just mad 'cause Payless ran out
Here comes that guy in his stripped down Model A
And he says, ?Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my
out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
'Cause in the city
a minute
That's three dollars fifteen cents
For a fifteen minute call
Do the math
Three hundred minutes a month that we get
Times twenty one cents
That's
n****s can't even rap
I need you to tell ‘em some'
Verse 1: T.U.R.K
I'm what you get if the old school were to meet the new
Biggie without Diddy and if
Yerrrr Iiight yo
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Move fast like I'm running track
Blew twenty I'm gon get it back
Stay on ten toes short nigga but I never lack
just like Diddy
And, Ima be rich like his kids
Fuck a drive by, Walk them down with the sig
I don't trust them, They so cap like Lids
Look like a model,
them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm surrounded by many men
But see them boys ain't killing me
They treat me like Metro
If I don't trust you they go
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
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