Lyrics:
dying trying
Hit you with 50 but not a cent
I be off the goose
Hang you up from a noose bitch motherfuckers be on the loose
But I be on the loose with
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
play not today
What the fuck happened to MTV
Why these whack people get to make a cd
I dont know man look at 50 Cent
He dont move his mouth when
ain't on no lovey dove shit (as we proceed)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
You're my bottom girl (tell me what you need)
You're the one, I put the rock on
You're
No cent to my name like 50
Been keeping busy tryna stack a billi
Niggas talk a lot they ain't fucking with me
New York City, my city litty
If I can
[Intro]
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh huh
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in
What's your name?
(Where you from?)
Plan B? Yeah I've heard of you, still.
Yeah yeah, you're fucked up, you're fucked up.
('Cause where I'm from?)
don't want anything to stop no shawty you just too hot
For me me me baby by by by ooh
Girl your not the same, your in love with t-pain
And I cant play
You can tell by my Benz, by
My BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang
Yeah nigga (yeah nigga)
You know it's me when I'm
Cruisin' through your
Shit cause you can't shine
You ain't gettin' yours? that's fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine
[50 Cent]
I got a M1 in my hand, I'm feelin' to start
the club up, listen up
Hey girl, where's your drink? We goin' all get real drunk tonight
Hey girl, I got bud, we can all get fucked up tonight
And by
the club up, listen up
Hey girl, where's your drink? We goin' all get real drunk tonight
Hey girl, I got bud, we can all get fucked up tonight
And by
like that
One shot two shot three shot four
Yeah we finna go and get fucked up
Five shot six shot seven shot eight
Many fifty cent man you know we got
promise, I swear I won't say nothin' else
I promise, just take off your clothes
Nobody'll know psych
And about Vivica i had her way before 50
Cent start
the knifes
So don't be decided by the lies
Or what you're seeing with your eyes
Because the truth is in disguise
And It's that fact that I despise
So fuck
Akademiks called her one of Diddy's side joints (uh-huh)
Right now them City Girls is down a thousand points (they down)
Saweetie fucked Lil Baby, I knew
(yeah)
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow
Help, I've fallen, I can't get up
I live in dark, get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, minute man
It's 50 Cent starring as Game
It's autobiographical
I hope you enjoy yourself
50 callin me crazy, I might be just maybe
I'm gangsta, I'm crippin', Damu,
a daddy to pay for the champagne
(Droppin' names)
What happened to the dream of a girl president?
She's dancing in the video next to 50 Cent
They
a daddy to pay for the champagne
(Droppin' names)
What happened to the dream of a girl president?
She's dancing in the video next to 50 Cent
They
the mood to bust a nigga head man
I ain't playin' ain't got no
Time for them games
Niggas lose they life all the
Time for fuckin' playin'
This is 50 Cent
mouth (yeah)
Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis
Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises
(She's dead) Homie histor
An' outa nowhere your
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
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