Lyrics:
to (get in trouble)
Say, you better leave my woman alone
Well, I know you are a playboy
And you've got women all over town
But listen buddy if you
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
my blood
So if its all for the cheese then I'm in it
My screws kinda loose so I ease to the finish
I hop up in the coupe feel the breeze while I
hand (no fifty cents in my hand)
I don't fuck with cowards, I'm a real man (I'm a real man)
If I die, just take me to the kin', Tamela Mann (Tamela
*mumbles*
I'm the - like that
Feeling like 50 Cent cause you heart my heart, I'm finna have to go get the strap
Feeling like 50 Cent if you heart my heart,
my patience
If you wanna leave then by all means don't keep me waiting (waiting)
I won't make you stay then
Oh-oh, If you wanna leave
If you just wanna
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
your love got me overdosing
Don't know how to control it
Told you if you need anything then I'm on it
Lately been caught up in the moment
Trynna fuck
and you don't do the most
I just stood away from this rap shit and came back with a new flow
Had to leave a lot of people up in the past, cause there wasn't
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
You know me can't get caught without my chopper
Lil' weak wit fifty I'm itching to see I got cha
B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga
Can't let yo
and the orders of me
Like don’t leave ‘till you get
All of the keys
Hat full of holes and ya blood on
My sneaks, like these is 650
Ya blood too cheap
Me, I’m from
you'll never leave me
Even though my daddy, you know he blacker than the street
With a fist to match, more solid than concrete
Tell white people I
gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like "What's Beef?"
Me I'm like what's weed?
Weed is actually
You gotta love the paper
If you got that much paper
You gotta hold it down
And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone
Leave you alone
So the next one, you
of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain
I play the bar with eight bottles all night getting right
Teaching the hoodrats what Cristal taste like
I put 60
and Wesson
A pen in my hand is more dangerous than an army yours
If you wanna fuck with me then we gon send you to the morgue
I chop up a beat the same way I
make no sense
Getting rich Counting cents__ damn my life is marvelous
I everyday I walk in tint
You might miss it if you squint
From the gods I was sent
coming in you know that I’m stacking it
2 years ago I couldn’t even imagine this
I put in work this ain’t happen by accident
How you 50 when I kept it 100
the fuck", I just lost 60 racks, and made it back, nigga
RTB, I'm a real trench baby
Ion care if it's 50 cent, man you gotta pay me
All she doin' is laying
if you want
But the facts that remain
If I got an AK and you don't
Well then playa you gone
Don't get me wrong
Pussy niggas wanna kill me too
like a Nat
clways on a n**** back, cuz' da' way a n**** act
If a n**** talk his shit, 50 Cent “Get The Strap!”
Paranoia in my mind, always gotta watch my
or misconstrued
But I'll repeat myself at the risk of being crude
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover"
You just slip
I'm able to afford to go an buy fifty medallions
If I wanted to, dass why I'm flauntin you
In a class of your own got these niggaz wantin you
An You
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