Lyrics:
the shines I want it
Give me I want it
Look
I have nada it's hard to find a cent
Even more hard to get fifty cent
But I'm a nigga who get rich or die trying
- When you over in American Samoa, whatâ?¦what surprised you the most?
- I guess what hit me the most is the condition of the factory that
chat
But I don't think it's gonna stop
Still going going by the name "Ziploc"
5 blows going everywhere still 'gon pop
I just pay in a hope that I don't
(60)
Let off 10 now I'm riding with 50
(Brddddd)
Spot my Vick 9 times like 50 cent
(Bow bow bow)
Just me and my pistol don't ride with many men
My young
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka
They know that Offset is abnormal (Set)
Stupid rollie, it got fifty pointers (Stupid)
Secret service my young niggas on percs
But when they on molly they
it
Say you a boss nigga what the business?
Say you a boss if really get it
Hundreds and fifties, fifties and hundreds
Commas on commas on commas
fifty cents a slice
You might say "Hey, it's just pizza
Don't get all bent
Why don't you sing about the
Idiots who pay these rents?
Or how 'bout that
this music
I love my fans (I love my fans)
I don't read the Bible, big books in my pants (big books in my pants)
And I got power, no fifty cents in my
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
the flow ADHD my mentally
No telling where we'll go 50 cent wings at the Applebee's
I'm tryna get rich and act broke that's my mentality
All of my songs be
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
Shoot em down
(Yea)
With the fifty rounds
(With the fifty rounds)
I'm in town
(What?)
Partys going down
(It's going down)
Shoot em down
(Yuh)
With
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
with no dad
Feastin' studio is all I had
I'ma get rich or die tryin
For 50 cent, I'll sling the iron
In middle school, I was still a neck pack
You try
levels on a high what's a limit
Raised by the Hill already feel like I am legend
Still I ain't Will but my kids gotta get it
Still I ain't Kill but I feel
I'm gonna... I'm gonna find you.
[50 cent]
It's the first of the month
Hahahaha
It's the first of the motherfuckin' month nigga
OOOHHH!
It's a fuckin'
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
in your brain this amplified output
Because God bless your brain it is trying to protect you and that's what it thinks its doing by creating pain
Pain
saying you getting doe but when we see you we know it's cap
And niggas see me wonder if it’s only rap
What else is he doing
He bought a Benz and a Lexus
Yo
on some new money
Nothing but raw, pop shit, catch one in the jaw
It's gutta law, I know, you wish you was a star
What I do is internal, smoking herbal
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
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