Lyrics:
'cause he had a drug problem, let's get that straight
70 pounds on his jet, Ralo style (free Ralo)
I hope you heard me and the shit I said just made you
no be my fault
Ko koshi lo
Now they on me cos I'm the one
Guess who's winnin', check the numbers on board
Inspired by the hustle
Never gave up
Was
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya,
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
now
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
Who gave her a record deal, oh my god!
Nas is in the video with Kalis
Jay-z's in the video with
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
petty
Got a two, boutta flip that shit into a ten
If you not fucking with me now, don't fuck with me then
Especially if you still 'round looking like 50
to spark
I needed a nickel to make me sum cents
He ain't got a heart cuz he come from the trench
Stepped up to the stage, I'm like ladies and gents
I'm finna
what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
about how they did me
Yeah
Everybody 'cept for Boosie, 50 Cent and Dave Chapelle
Ain't none of them niggas I helped get 'em Billboard helped me out
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi
Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
He ain't
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
Calling trump a blessing? ! Is like loving a
Glove in, unable retention! Don't let me fail
To mention
Just grin n' bear it, is my claim
In this
a nigga balls fall inside of her jaws
While her drawers fall or
Like a nightstand in the earthquake caused
By the backstroke, dog style, all wild
Kill
making since now I need it to make some cents
I need like 50
Double that and make a dollar
Move the app like Benihanas
Fresh done tapped into his bag
This
To this day, Grandma 'fraid of what I might say
They gon' have to kill me Grandmama, I'm not they slave (Ha-ha-ha)
Check out the bizarre rappin' style
Gimme couple good rhythms my spirit need to vent
Im chasing big dollars big brother gimme cents
Le chemin du roi on it like my name 50 cent
They told me i
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