Lyrics:
Put in work 'till the morning
I swear this shit never end
I'm at it again, you know I'm in it to win
I'm just tryna make it so all my people can win
Got a strike up on my record
And I'm playing shit for what it's gonna be
A nigga sitting on his last hundred
Plus I owe the homie 50
And my bitch
lika gatherin
So dont be playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon
it was driving to a job nigga
To make six dollars and 50 cents an hour
Cus I told myself I gotta be here to come up
I gotta stay down to come up
Do you
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I love it
From
crunk (crunk, crunk, crunk)
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
Jump (jump, jump, jump)
The buzz is tremendous, we drop you artists
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
the Chosen one
By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun
Like fifty cent you wanna be best friend
If relation will you be my rider to the end
Confessions
gotta pay that rent
Still gotta make that cents
Still gotta take that, gotta take that
Man, I gotta make that, make that
Mind, body and soul, the trinity
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me, then come with me
Capri Suns for fifty cents (yeah)
Now I just hate to reminisce (to reminisce)
So if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it
I-I-I-I-I-I
it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charlie B 'More to deep throat (yea)
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
I love the burners, the money, the bunnies, I
of people, marching up 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
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
'cause You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You can't Do It Like Me)
{[50 Cent
like 50 sins
100 bands or 50 cents
Shit don't matter keep it 100 man
That's what's I tell me on my cloud
Yes I'm a humble man
Say it out loud
Make them
For the funds
Just to go and hit a lick
50 50 chance I get head
Even if she in a cent
Nowadays
Conversations come with benefits
Still on the search
to whistling
Gotta teach these niggas discipline, so I keep my FN
You short me as much as fifty cents, come collect with many men
I done got my Iron Maiden in,
the Rover
Then I chased the dream, got the cream
Out the hood by any means
Ya, some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can't lie, I
pounds
I ain't from a softy town
Niggas'll break your bones, crack your faith
Call the doctor, let him put it back in place
Ha ha ha, 50 Cent yeah what
friends
The sex will never end, that way everybody wins
[Chamillionaire]
Their dorms their college, their brains share knowledge
I tip toe through
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