Lyrics:
any nigga, then she want all the nut, uh
Two cents slut, two cents slut, yeah Two cents slut, two cents slut, ah
Two cents slut, two cents slut, what
by the pump, is that what you want?
Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, that's what I'm about
Gangsta, you could find a nigga
by the pump, is that what you want?
Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, that's what I'm about
Gangsta, you could find a nigga
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
to fuckin' get up
Holla niggaz names on records, that shit is played out
But holla mine in your next line, and get laid out
[50 Cent - Chorus 2]
My jewels
Slick
Used to get 'em by the hundreds nigga, you can ask Slick
Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick
You Know What It Is
I can't even lie
In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs.
What is it that we sing then?
Our love of life is total, everything we do is
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
advice, nigga, dump that
This is serious, these rap niggas
I'm just havin fun with it
50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat
My son ask "Daddy why carry a gun
You ain't
a knot... but I'm down to 9 cents and 9 senses tingling since 9,6 when I was 9...
So it's colorful in my head like 6ix 9ine...
Getting and giving colorful
and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 Cent & The Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go
Hey what up 'cause, it's 50 cent;
What's happening nigga?
[50 Cent:]
Ever since the moment I was born I been dying (Yea)
Hundred miles an hour
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
, what what
What, what, what what
I'm gonna rock some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm hunting, looking for a come up, this is
where I come from, it was sirens
Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?
44 Shoot, they screamin', "Who's that guy?"
Jesus, his face,
Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is
with it
and you runnin, the police is comin, take my advice nigga
Dump that - this is serious, these rap niggaz
I'm just havin fun with it, 50 Cent
your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time
[Verse]
[Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm hustling for
the lane they like scoob can you pass bra
No yall is fu make em poof like he casper
Whats 50 cent I never had me no many man
Scoob aint just talking I hop
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
what you would have is like magic
Now you go ahead and have a crack at it
And after you've got it, and mapped it out
Yup, that's it, exactly
Man, that's
it's pure as snow
I'm a South side nigga I'm warning you,
You could get smoked when I come through, okay, okay
If sellin' cocaine is what you tryna
bigger than just bein' on the rich list
Might be insanity, but people call it gifted
My face is goin' numb from the shit this stuff is mixed with
Watch
His and hers
I am the Mrs. 50 Cent
Mrs. and Mrs. (soul mates), Mrs. and Mrs., Mrs. and Mrs.,
Mrs. and Mrs. (put a ring on it), Mrs. and Mrs., Mrs.
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