Lyrics:
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
fifty
Fifty, fifty
Fifty fifty quiero ser leyenda como 50 cent
Miti miti ando repartiendo los bille de cien
Toy en busca de lo Phillip Patek, no los
(intro)
Yo
Bay area
You are now rockin
With big von and 50 cent
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww
Yo
Southside
Roll something smoke somethin nigga uh yea
I fall off
Im in the club feeling like 50 cent
Ladies watching while I'm doing my dance
We got something different ask my boy lens
You can't buy attitude better
there waitin' for the fall
(Y'all can't stop a motherf***in' Tank)
[Hook]
After Dollars, no cents
From Chev's to Bents
From cheddar to cheese
You lost your common sense for a buck and fifty cents
But full of confidence so high I don't know why
I, I don't know and I don't, I don't care
than 30 million albums 50 Cent's
Highly successful catalog
Including Get Rich or Die
Tryin', The Massacre
Curtis and Before I Self Destruct
Will continue
your swings
You niggas keep rappin' 'bout your dreams
My reality 50 birds waitin' in the wings
Do it my way
I hit the highway with the batter
So when
lived (Hey)
All I know is go trying get rich (Rich)
Trying make a dollar outta 50 cent (Do It)
You ain't never did it how a nigga did (Fuck Naw)
You ain't
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
star's
Seeing star's
I'm seeing star's
Smoking weed out the jar
Woah woah yea
50 50 yea we splitting everything we gone by
In my city really busy get
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
of OG. Yeah, I go berserk. That's three fifty, twelve hundred, or fifty. For what it's worth. Yo, for what it's worth you want a quarter ounce. Ninety nine
textes
Silence bitch I hope you get messages
Coulda had me bitch and now you can't flex and uh
By the way I'm fucking ya exes ha
It's a hair flip
Check
right by the Citgo
Man I gotta make it, my heart just can’t take it
My whip be my mind and my mind just be racin’
Was down by a dozen and I couldn’t shake
then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!
I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50
& these haters sour
Can't get rich working by the hour so I'm trying to ball like Dwight Howard
I need the money I need the power, I can't get it acting
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
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