Lyrics:
Look, mama, I made it (grrt)
Look, I remember the days
Same fit for a week straight
I used to eat fifty-cent cake
Now, it's Philippe's
It's
'm in debt with Christ, I done did that twice
I'm nice, y'all niggas can't hang wit fifty
Blaaat, y'all niggas can't bang wit fifty
Say I'm born
shit slugs gone fly
I'm from the hood called BI
Where them thugs got to survive, like the hills have eyes
We watch them cops ride by
I got my wife
Things picking up fast
Confessions just posted can't wait for my incoming 50-cent check
Lately inspiration been nonstop
I'm a kid in a candy shop
Don't
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
ball (fifty)
Then I spend it on your bitch (bitch)
And my charm like a crystal ball (crystal)
When I pull up, make a wish
Makin' a, makin' a profit
50 Cent Lloyd Banks!
Nobody get hurt if nobody don't move
Just give it up smooth (G-UNIT')
Motherfucker you move I'll flash my tool
And blast my
fifty cents
The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby
Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G
But I
Intro: (50 Cent)
(Two street kids now men, its sad it had to end this way, But before i go into that...lets start from the begining....)
Intro: (50
wack
Me, I'm tight as fuck
Look
All I'm catchin' is niggas on Twitter, dissin'
And talkin' lies on they lives
I can't recognize my ex-twin in full
fifty sticks to NY
Lil bro he just wanna smoke some shit he dont get high
Switches on the back of all the glicks it can't get by
This shit on my
Yea
Bou
Aye
Ain't no way I can lose bitch
I went from hopping the gate at the station to hoppin out new shit
Don't need your two cents
I took a risk
try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between
'm trying to keep count all this fucking money I'm makin
Bitch!
[50cent Chorus]
24's Calicos
That's how all my gangsters roll
Get dat dough fuck dem hoes
ya next life
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the banger
[50 Cent]
I'm on that SSK shit, shoot, stab, kill
Think I
(Highest)
Annie:
Anything you can buy, I can buy cheaper.
I can buy anything cheaper than you.
Frank: Fifty cents?
Annie: Forty cents!
Frank:
(Highest)
Annie:
Anything you can buy, I can buy cheaper.
I can buy anything cheaper than you.
Frank: Fifty cents?
Annie: Forty cents!
Frank:
that bennigans
Timmy 21 to my competition
I’m a stomp em
In some timberlines
As a youngin listened to 50 cent
Get rich or die trying
Story telling
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
your shoes
You don pour sand inside my juice!
She's so magnifi magnificent
She no want make I touch
She wan, she wan shoot me like 50 cent
She do me
the way I spit that?
That got these high-class hoes wanna come and chit-chat
Split the paper 50/50? Yeah I'm with that
But when I rob yo' ass you can't
Pari
That's my dream, but it's one I'll never have
100 bands in my hands, killa cam, only fans
Like I'm 50, spelling out broke with cents
When I'm 50
with me for life nah I can't leave the gang
With my boys like Eddie Kane
This glock gon' do its thing
Box on that bitch, click to the right, switch it
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
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