Lyrics:
and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 Cent & The Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go
look down to Pee Wee Herman)
[50 Cent - Verse 1]
50, lefty, no gun in my right palm
Bronx niggaz love me, like they think our mics on (WOO)
These rap
Maybach no roof in the ceiling
When I take em to the crib all the bad bitches with it
Ech, pimpin
I got fifty hoes on my dick ain't that some shit
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
Errday I’m in the street with my (50 dollars)
Oh, I’m at kapana with my (50 dollars)
Yeah, I’m always flossin with my (50 dollars)
Yeah, I get the girls
a gift
So nuh badda wreck it
50 Cent, him a tell dem fi check it
Let's get money, niggas like my style
I'm chipped up
Still I won't hesitate to shoot your
Young buck
Trying to make a dollar outa fifty cent
Sorry mama
Cleaning out my closet
Quoting Eminem
Nip said double up
Benz felt it in the air
Tupac said
station in Jamaica
Queens zach Fink Ny1 50 cent:
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50
Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
(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,
pie
Who's not ready? Holler I (I!)
Aw, alright, I'll count it again
But you better get hid, kid
Here we go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I
like water whip
Minc
Yo
I'm hot as ice when it's 40 below zero nigga
I'm tryna' turn 2 cents into a kilo niggas
Cus in the hood that can make me like
for me nigga
Tryna get paid, bouta hundred fifty ways
The judge and jury was a
Hundred fifty C's deep
Now the fucking jury bout a hundred fifty K
I
give it to ‘em, give it to ‘em)
50 Cent got that shit that made them “girls go wild, girls go wild”
My shit knock in the club and it make them “girls
New Shit tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon
Bump Dat niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it to 'em where they pump at
12
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
this music
I love my fans (I love my fans)
I don't read the Bible, big books in my pants (big books in my pants)
And I got power, no fifty cents in my
ridin' on 10s fuckin' on twinny twins
Thought she was a dime, caught her 50 cents fuckin' many men
I'll shoot it up in less than 60 seconds I'm the minute
bitch?
I get everything I wanna get
I have some fun with it and make her momma trip
'Cause if I'm in her life, it's a problem!
A real player's at your
Banks, 50 Cent
[Lloyd Banks]
[Verse One]
Look Mommy, we can creep through the ghetto with ya, feet and stiletto take a, cartlan party is when ya sneak in
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