Lyrics:
And some people even tuck me away 'til they retire
I usually come around on the first and fifteenth
If you owe me to somebody then they'll leave you
the bar if you raise the swords go to
War and bang some more my face restored I'm Jason Voorhis in ancient form
I'm like a relic stuck in a different time
And see, that's three fives short of a hundred.
If you had three more nickels, 15 cents
Then added the 15 to the 85, you'd get a hundred, right?
'Cause
I'm bringing fun music back
If you ain't heard it then where you at (Where you at?)
This the twenty-twenty three soundtrack
No Keenan and Kel, I
Getting by in the end and ended up deep in debt
Working our asses off for degrees that won't reap a cent
Yeah that'll leave a dent, when you're two faced
like like a prophet I pay attention
And I listen
God send a message
If I'm busy ima drop it
If you talk behind my back
Then how you smile in my face
You
patiently waiting
I don't make my testimony up
No I do not do faking
If you wanna leave I am not raking
Everybody want cake but it's not easy baking
They was
off the stoop with
Know I kick in my two cents, it's duffles and toothpicks
To give you 16 feel like if a pound flew in
Competition Nutso, let's GPS
[Intro - 50 Cent talking]
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland]
Timbaland sounds so good, but I might
say I cant make a beat, listen
These beats call for me I guess you trippin
Take that as an insult? Then can call me vicious
If you go off on me I
shoot, it leave ya stomach look like hot Jamaican food
I ain't in it til its cracking, live by Ronald Regan rules
I play it cool, and those the reasons why
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
Ten Benjamins on my wrist
Like I'm Ben Ten
Win, win again, win again
And then win again
Ten, 10k, 100k, to a million
I got a lot more than 50 Cent
I
patience
The doctor is sacred but all you chasing is paper
Boi I'm different I am not the same
If you feel a way then its probably true today
I'm a sinner
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
Before I let these crackers throw me and shit
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop
Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve
my doley brodie, glock 30 my best friend in this bitch
I'll leave you holy moly if you don't show your hands in this bitch
He did the Hokey Pokey this
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 ever
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
And I'm a fan first
But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn
You deserve this disservice
I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
flint
Yeah I smoke and stay gone but I know where I been
And 50 cent song got me dodging many men
The d on my hate is David in the lions den
Plus I knew
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
you can keep a secret, then I'll keep a secret too
And this is what we'll do I'll, be your number two
I can let you feel on me, if you just let me
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