Lyrics:
the Ku Klux
I just got it and I already need a tune up
I'ma get rich or die trying like I'm Fifty
This Drac' will make a nigga dance just like he
Where everybody trying to get rich
The hardest nigga, the first one go out bitch
Hustlin' for survival
Scoop my 5.0
Book'em, down on nigga start
fresh out the kitchen, my watch is three-fifty (hey)
The Glock hold a fifty, the moppy get sticky (let's get it)
The paperwork say that you snitchin'
time I get it, they know who it is
Yeah, ruthless
Get up in it, never give away how I do this
I'ma get too rich
Hit me for my two cents, foolish
Too
the thousandth time attached
I'll do whatever I need to get you off my back damn
I need yo two cents and what you thinking
I need yo two cents when we linking
Am I
But take me
Too please the school girls I was tryna make teams
Too please the rich girls I was tryna make cream
And to be approved by ya'll I was
Get Rich or Die Tryin and I'm still in/stealin time
We so alive
Can't stand up, if you ain't on ya grind
50 times I served them 50 lines
I seen 50
not comin' home with no fifty six
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
Before I let these crackers throw me in shit
Bounce if you
trying to pick up weight
I'm tryna gain
But I ain't got enough money to get straight
Get straight
Only way is to go back to old ways
I was humble I told
problem
At the end of the day
You ain’t in the blueprint, if you ain’t rich then fuck your two cents
At the end of the day
I really only care ‘bout
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
(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,
noise
Real Cayce hot boy, been getting it in the city
Get rich or die trying, been feeling like fifty
Want them Frank's not nitty, Jackson and them grants
I'm filthy rich, not 50 cent, these lil' boy be some mini men
Niggas be like they know where I'm at, but they won't never spin
Last year I was going
nigga's sensei
I won't let my people down 'til my brothers make sense
Get rich or die trying, ask 50 Cent
So I guess it's only right to make cents
Fuck
my spliff, get high as towers
50 Cent get rich, won't die without it
Rockin' thousand dollar trousers
I took a L dawg, I took a L dawg
They thought I
life been trying to get it right
All my life I had to fight
All my life been trying to make it right
Been trying to get shit right
In jail by 15 by 16
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music
With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
Wall Street gangsta
Carter, ya'll
Why would I lie, yeah
I ain't rich, bitch, I'm wealthy
Young, I talk shit til I die
Come kill me, nigga
Fuck you,
a new mansion
100 Thousand, buy a new island
Ez stay wilding, drip got em eying
Start off 50 cent, get rich or die trying
Carry a strap and I don't fuck
gave that cracker every cent
Landlord of the flies, dollar signs in his eyes
Let's stop working for the rich, so we can live our fucking lives
Skylines
Guess that's why I got these enemies
I don't take it back
Double my flow
Hunnid racks
Get rich or die trying
I feel like I'm fifty when I rap
I got all
me at the top and I ain't recruiting new niggas
Cause all you rappers lie
Like Fifty said man, get rich or die trying
So you could get rich but it
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