Lyrics:
what you're talking about
[Verse 1:]
I, step off into the party like a real O.G
Got a- bout 40 or 50 girls behind me
They all- must be waiting for my
regrets, the price you pay when you skate like board P, m.s., (m)y (s)oul, not the minstrel show they pay us for to blow it on some Robin's jeans dressing up
P back me up now hold me down
while I go around this town snatchin crowns
from those supposed wannabe rap vocalists
If you nice get
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
in the shower getting dressed, she smell like peppermint
Covered in Benjamins, stars made by cinnamon
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm hated, yes, by many
Solo pienso en todos tus castigos
Como lil peep solo en mi castilllo
Soy un P.i.M.P. 50 cents en mi bolsillo
Y soy voy contigo no es casualidad
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Spent one-fifty on a Prezi and it's-
(Brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new)
Nigga, don't touch (yeah)
Smell like money and we smokin' on- (brand
[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
bitch
(You've done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch
(I'm a p.i.m.p) Ima pimp bitch
(You done heard about me) Coz I'm the shit bitch
Now things change
money my seconds are cents
Life doesn't make sense, so I smell the scents
The beautiful flower and fruit it presents
I look around, I only see hooligans
I
Nice]
Hoods is up so skills is up
It's a stick-up, so why'd you interrupt?
So such bust material cerebral
I'm eatin cereal with spoons sippin Cepacol
D-P-G, that's all I know (D-P-G, D-P-G, D-P-G)
"It's slippery out there in winter nights, so y'all drivers (D-P-G for life)
Y'all slow down and be
at
All right Ma, I checked out all my niggas then we jetted
With fifty balls a piece brought a piece for unleaded
Smokin' blunts forty ouncin', G and P
the mood to bust a nigga head man
I ain't playin' ain't got no
Time for them games
Niggas lose they life all the
Time for fuckin' playin'
This is 50 Cent
fifty-homie salute
I’m out to Compton Zoo with the extras
El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings and dressers
Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers
Mexicans that eff with me
Nobody
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
cents no more I ain't fifty niga
She say her pussy sweet I won't survive in that Candy Land
I made her scream my name in triplets call me Candyman
Fuck
'm in debt with Christ, I done did that twice
I'm nice, y'all niggas can't hang wit Fifty
Brat, y'all niggas can't bang wit Fifty
For every bar in
done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch
(I'ma p.i.m.p) I'ma pimp bitch
(You done heard about me) Coz I'm the shit bitch
Now things change at first they
the street
50 Cent on repeat on the 2 train
On the block, you ain't see it, bitch, you heard about it
I'm havin' conversations with Irv Gotti
No trappin'
how you did this shit
Daz, Kurupt
They can't keep us apart (Bad Boy)
D-P-G
L.A., I love ya, west coast (Bad Boy)
Bay Area (Bad Boy)
Y'all know how
[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
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