Lyrics:
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
(Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up)
Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
I'm so tired of being all alone
So frustrated waitin by the phone
When I think of everything I miss
Wonder why I carry on like this
I can't hide my
50 Cent West Coast Interview Clip
The fuck you thought?
I was one of them? Yeah
Imma tell you like 50 told me in 03
I don't know what you done heard
y'all niggas if it wasn't a
Skirt it was gonna be a dress
Don't give a fuck who you are
I makes the whole city hot
Lick fifty shots at idi-ots
Show him I
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
to the neck no cap (no cap)
Now that I’m up in this game, issa wrap (issa wrap)
Bounce for me now, lemme see you make it clap (make it clap)
On my 50 Cent shit
cause I'm getting down
I'm having fun fuck a frown
I'll survive yeah yeah
I'll survive
Gloria G
Original Gangsta
50 cent yo call out the wankstas
[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
on the island
(Maybach Music), y'all niggas want trouble?
I run up on that C.O. snap his ass in a bubble
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
taught never back down
That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down
32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left
Come with my gun smokin', you
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
to punt
Here's your L
Think and grow more you amateur
Just another drug dealer you think
He is the The One Premium Grader
Street price was 50 cents
He
smell am for my aroma
I won put am for your body like a Corona
Shawty pull up in the Honda or the Corolla
P. D. D. Pekus daddy, them day all over
Uber
I'mma phish in the sea so why you hanging on me?
It's maybe cause of my addiction to the smell of the green
But the way it keep conflicting i can tell
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
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
news
Walking dollar sign I cant keep it in the piggy bank
S and P 500 I get 10 percent on this
They judge me by my medicine cant even fuck with this
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