Lyrics:
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
50 racks on me 120 in this car
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
Iced out dog tags Presidential R
fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
Cent, that's my dad
But even my mom talks about him bad
She says since he blew up, he changed for sure
He's really fascinated with these fancy hoes
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka
sick
Many men want see me fall, dawg I feel like 50 Cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest and I had to go repent
Smoke one joint it had me on my ass and I say
[50 Cent]
Yeah nigga! Ha ha
Let's go nigga, this is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald
Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You PUSSY Nigga!)
Tupac wear
and 50 cents i am so famous I'm doing
A collab with 50 cent
50th century is his name so with that I went
Oh shit he's upper class I
Bet he pays his rent
change up the topic
Cuz I aint 50 Cent This aint no 21 Questions
I don’t give a damn or understand what you talking
I Told you I aint 50 I ain't lookin for
ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror Squad
From the top, we have
really hurts my brain
Like you never got chinged like it weren't by J
Drop that bitch, I'm done with these hoes
Mash one work, I'm done with these clothes
And when it get hot
Put the fan in the window (Aye)
50 cent for a scraper
To the candy lady
Duckin the cops
Tryin not to get caught by Grady
Polk County
Got his arm ripped off
Go into a tent
You gone see them crack pipes lit
You could get sucked up for
Fifty-five cent dick falling off
Savage running off
as hell
Legendary Pharell hated by many men
Get rich or die trying think am 50 cent
Enemies remain the same friends will always change
Am the reigning champ
take some damage
She just took my jacket
And my jacket had a thousand in it
Fuck I'll never fuck with hoes Again
Fifty cent up to a dolla
Imma stack it
I'm so distant
Keep it real or keep away from me
I'm not with that acting shit
Get rich or die trying in the streets
I'm feeling like Fifty Cent
Stay
Got it on smash oh, Na nashe
Hitmaka
Yeah, I bet you wanna see me naked, don't ya?
Ah, I got your main nigga checkin' for me
Ayy, fifty bitches in
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
My hoes they do drugs my hoes they do drugs
Can't trust shawty can't trust shawty
Cause my hoes they do drugs
Who am I I am King Louie from the Chi
the fuck", I just lost 60 racks, and made it back, nigga
RTB, I'm a real trench baby
Ion care if it's 50 cent, man you gotta pay me
All she doin' is laying
a tadpole
I gave you niggas bitches when you ain't have hoes
How dem niggas extort out yo wardrobe
And let them break you out yo Morse Codes
I got 50 if you
or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but two hours of pushing broom
Buys an eight by twelve
day (woo)
And my Ruth's Chris was Chick-fil-a (baow), and a fifty cent cake (woo)
Now it's Mastro's for the steak (Mastro's for the steak)
Yeah, I
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