Lyrics:
to the hoes I'm Floyd unique
Anything from me please just assume it come with fee
Unc just hit my line he said his nigga copping ten
And I ain't sitting by your
Yeah, if I did it, then I did it right, yeah
This ain't happenin' for me overnight, yeah
Bet against me, you gon' pay the price, yeah
Down
sobered up, I'm payin' attention
Shit on my name, gave me a blemish
Her mother done turned my lil' ones against me
Bought her a truck when I was away,
nobody til somebody kills you
You're nobody, til somebody, kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody, til somebody, kills you
(I don't
Yeah, it's 50
Look, you need me man
You need me
I mean, you hate me
But you need me
'Cause I got the best product man
I mean look, it's pure,
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm
quit, suck on a dick, jackass
I'm done with this wack-ass rap, kiss my Black ass!
(Fuck this)
(50 Cent)
Nah, Em, tell them to kiss my Black ass,
teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about
Yeah
50 told me
This what he said
50 told me go head switch the style up
And if they hate then let em hate and watch the money pile up
Watch
(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,
a gangsta
You had us all fool you a pranksta
Here's 50 cents you a wanksta
Too much dirty laundry like hampers
That man can't lead the team
He slow off
Jesus the goat the blood is my flag you ask me again I'll say I'm Da Man
And I'm Da Man
God by my side when I move
I'm Da Man
God in my style that’s my
you!"
And my dick felt long and hard
"I am the man for which no God waits
But for which the whole world yearns
I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And one
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
be the man, but God beat me to them plans
Next up, on the M-I-C
C-Murder, get busy for the symphony
I be's that nigga on the tank, always
behind it, my brother Stan, rest in peace (what?)
He gave me this hat twenty-two years ago (damn)
It's my favorite
Can I see that shit for a minute?
God sent wit not a cent to my name that's nonsense... here wit a knot full of wit hoping for cents in a knot... hope that don't tie your sense in
Authority telling me I can be a king
Grand Canyon, with a 20-50 elevator
Inspired me to be the next demonstrator
Many traumatic events, vents
Traveling
one stone
It's crazy to me how easy killing birds is
Emotional support music
What the people want to hear
Supplemented by not feeling worthless
Sounds
of "Silent Night, Holy Night" with a song that was sung to me at my bedside as a child, namely the "Lullaby" by Johannes Brahms, to a text by Clemens Brentano.
and Dame
Niggas don’t know I stay flexin’ on ya dame
And that bitch gave me the ass
She gave me the brain
Until 50 cent run up and take your chain
He ain’t
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
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