Lyrics:
a seventy thirty, no way, no way
Or a sixty forty, uh, uh, uh, uh
Talkin 'bout a fifty fifty, when the room is empty
And the clothes come off, I'm doin' you
I10, I'mma win if I make it back (uh)
Gotta take shit slow, through that Anahuac
(Anahuac)
The laws colder than an icicle (icicle)
Uh! And mine sour
too close
I'm tryna chase me a dream
And turn em to blue notes
Fuck being humble I'm in it to win it
Saved by the trap this a different religion
Come
clutchin', he a savage, twenty-one
Twenty-two, I tote the deuce, deuce, this bitch a tummy tuck
Twenty-three, it gotta be my jersey number, bitch, I
niggas then I got they help
But I'm still never backing down from shit
Spend a nigga block
Spend a nigga bend
Fuck it get the strap like I'm fifty cents
(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
the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly
Respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You got your own '96 somethin' to ride
And keep
[Intro]
Yeah, uh
Sometimes you just gotta,
Gotta lose yourself in the music you know what I’m sayin
Sing it baby
Aww yeah
Iight Enough of this soft
like I'm OG King
Wished death upon by many men, like I was 50 Cent
I've been standing out on them street lights, on some foreign engineer
Big booty
the avenue
Doin' what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't know why
Too much, too many
50cent but I got sumn fuh dem cakes.
Tell me what's your favorite dish to order when you're out on a date.
And for a night of a Lil excitement, you do
up on yo grind, change the game, you gotta play to win
Rollin' with the punches thrown my way, I took em' to the chin
Trippin', I might stumble but I
Yeah
We ready
One two
Renew your mind one time
Yeah
We gonna win this war today
Let's get it
Wake up in a new day blessed
Putting on the armor with
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Hey, baby girl, I love your accent-cent-cent-cent
I think I like you more because your different
Oh, I ain't gotta ask I can tell you ain't from here
Set to BIG's "The World
Is Filled" instrumental
Yeah 50 Cent, uh huh
Governor, G-G-G-G-G-Unit'!
She ain't that chick from the burbs
That's
harder now, yeah
I know problems, they get larger
And the lives getting shorter
Man niggas gotta move smarter now
He had no armor and went missing, missing
50/50 chance that's heads or tails
Cartier watch gotta say I wear it well
Turning up the notch need top of dat shelf
MJ gotta tryda win ough
I don’t let
I know is to show these ??? how it supposed to go
50 Cent
I'll teach ya how to Stunt
The Game
Countdown to Armageddon Motherfucker, Chuck Taylor in
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
King of the Road
(Roger Miller)
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to left fifty cents
No phone, no poolm no pets
I ain't got
That's why I was in the hallways tryna sell my weed
A'int gon lie bro 50 cent made me scared to keep my eyes closed
When the shots come flying from
ain't gotta brag. They still on ya ass it time
It time to shake em off
I'm Win, lose or draw
Won't let em see me fall
Back against the wall gotta stand
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