Lyrics:
gotta love it, New York City (haha)
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on
My neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
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
a rush
Like 50cent want payback from his shady loan like sheesh! (yeah, yeah, uh, what, what)
I didn't think I'm ready until I heard them say
They finna go
'm playin games nigga nah I gotta six sense
That big ole fat titty booty bitch she got no sense
She slobbed on nob for a dollar, gave her 50 cent
And then I
Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk
Get it crunk (crunk, crunk, crunk)
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
Jump (jump, jump,
Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk
Get it crunk (crunk, crunk, crunk)
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
Jump (jump, jump,
Teflon
Like a don should
I'm rollin' sticky green
Every nigga with me clean
Strapped the fuck up, know what I mean?
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo
sticky green
Every nigga with me clean
Strap got it tucked know what I mean?
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch,
song by The Fray
Cause I said it did let it live
Give me the credit like reddit
I'm throwing these subs
Like 50 cent, I'm dead or at least "many men
Will
a dollar, now you know
Keep on adding quarters, how high can you go?
25 cents, 50 cents, 75 cents, one dollar
Counting by quarters
Counting by quarters
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I
since
They don't Curtis see me rich, wouldn't give me 50 cent
Show no courtesy with these sticks, we let them bitches spit
I know Curtis see these sticks.
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
of the steepest hill
I gotta dodge these suvs
No cent for insurance no cent for he that raised me pays the bills
I write these rhymes getting chills
Just spend
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
losses to wins
I'm up ten racks I ain't thinking about working again
You gotta dub but it ain't 20 bands
Lil mama throwing ass baby where is your mans
You
That i had by showing
The world i didn’t care about
Being like other people
I could never go back – 50 Cent
The 50th Law is based on the following
heavy for the shit they bringing to the table I ain't ready
My two cents worth 100,000 dollars when I talk they see blue strips and the fetty
I wanna fix
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I
Ive got a good foundation cause I came up came up from the concrete
Not suppose to win by nature cause I came up came up from the concrete
There aint
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
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