Lyrics:
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Yeah
Nigga you so tough
Tough until your heartbeat stop
The tre pound pop, your arteries shot
You bleed into shock, get in
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
Count racks by the 50’s you with me or not?
Got no time for no iffy’s sticky situations
Cuz I been in the lab
I’m a dog in the basement
Sack tap for
(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,
on Samantha
I just found out one of
My old hoes got cancer
I just scammed a bitch online
And she got cancer
Took a Mexican bitch out to eat
She wanted anchovies
just like 50, I'm not talking cent
I mean my pops that's Bill, in the M your a kill, talking lyrically nigga yk the deal
I see dead nigga's lyrical he
cashman
When the rain pour
Have ya rain coat
Close to being rich 50 cent from being broke
All black gnights I be talking like the pope
All black lil nigga
I'm chargin' 16 fever, 16 fever
Nigga, my price cheaper,16 fever
16 fever coke-I-ina
X pills, bubble kush, mid grade reefa
Hoes ridin' vics dog but
stars made by cinnamon
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm hated, yes, by many men
She look me dead up in my eyes, baby, do you love
Him, or me (or me)
Not one
eventually ceases to
Be controlled by a fear of what
Life can bring - James Baldwin
For well over a year 50 Cent
Had been working on what
Was meant to be hist
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
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Oh, but two hours of pushin' them brooms
Buys
cop me a Tonka truck ride till I feel like a kid again
I feel like 50 cent many men
I feel like snoop off that juice and gin
I feel like Pac off above
on my 50 cent shit get the fucking strap aye
Im gon be famous they gon know my name
Cause bitch ima star ima star ima star
Ima ball ima ball ima ball
Im
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
They like pussy I digest
I mean invest I'm 50 cent I been busy
Rome bet I get jiggy but not wit that
Cause' we hoes and we want the paper
Skrt off
who ain't put in no work and say marry me
Free him out the pen, got many years behind you a married man
Like 50, lost my Cents, I done talked to many
really get like that
Like how I say it, don't you
I just need a hit to spark the wick, then bitch we lit
Tezzo, that's my blooda, we was splitting ' 50
the gas to a pot of gold[00:21.62]Mack em down got a lot of hoes[00:23.57]Do it big don't never fold[00:25.68]Bitch I'm Demo[00:26.99]What's
[Mike Jones]
Hoes these days mayne, I'm telling y'all
They scandalous baby, scandalous baby
That's why
[Lil' Bran]
I, can't, stand you
Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil' BG's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me, personally, playboy, I don't give a fuck
Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
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