Lyrics:
I feel like 50 I'm so bulletproof
A couple milli by like 22
I feel like 50 I'm so bulletproof
A couple billi by like 42
I feel like 50 I'm so
whipping, mom tried to whip me
She gave me a 50 for Christmas, I flipped it
Still can't forget it
Wearin' my brother's clothes I couldn't fit it
We still
and frying pans some of my guys moved
Keys like Robert Glasper
They gave me room so I could be a master
My book of life
I write it like a Christ chapter
When
5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I love it
He gave me
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
keep your two cents
I don't need Gucci to feel gucci
Imma be set, cause success really suits me
I'm flowing ever so smoothly
Only get better with
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
like Ben 10 yeah
Or I'm like 50 Cent bulletproof hated by many men men men
She like to sing along to my songs I be like yeah yeah yeah
You gotta come
fifty cent, in a bad predicament
The gon' bust your head by them dead green presidents
Wipin' down the evidence, shooters at my residence
All this
on the radio got me steamed
Can't put a smile on my face cuz my pockets ain't straight
At least not the way I want 'em to be
Early as phuckk, eight fifty
more niggas approachin' holdin' they macs out
One spoke, gave me the keys to a boat, reached in his trenchcoat
And pulled out a yellow envelope
Which
when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with
a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, come here
Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty
Bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place
seriouser man
My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan
Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner
Night champion, old villain style seem a
Kiss of spider,
judge FENDI
Only God can judge FENDI
No weapon formed against me
Only God can judge 'em
Where I'm from they treat me like the Pope
When I got rich it gave
to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes
"Blockin my cock, like a god damn ??"
"And for the life of me, I didn't know why"
"Blockin my cock, like a god damn ??"
Thinkin' of a bitch I could
on 'em)
It's fifty-two cards in the deck, I played the ones they gave me
Fifty-three, I'm fifth thirds, I played the bank so crazy
Fifty-four nights
talk about the gold
Tie it to my dollar, no my bars will never fold
I'm outta control, getting fifty every cent
Weather looking bad but I got it in my
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
your grandpa's style
No for real, ask your grandpa, "Can I have his hand-me-downs?" (thank you)
Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Chocolate
20s 50s n 100s
1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I love it
He gave me 22 twenties i gave
by violence
Never let it affect my conscious
God was watching
Like it's watching now as I prepare this 50 cal
To blow you away make no mistake I
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