Lyrics:
God put them in
Father Son Spirit I got plenty friends
This is not fifty cent (No) We got many men
(Yeah) Bring the lions out take them out the den
in they fucking behind
Its necessary to pimp, gotta mac on these hoes
Don't be paying for these hoes, put that bozack on these hoes
The B.G. don't give
it's crazy but I really had to leave for the chance
My soul Gettin lil bit too heavy for the shit they bringing to the table I ain't ready
My two cents
(yeah)
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow
Help, I've fallen, I can't get up
I live in dark, get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, minute man
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
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
rapper tryin' to mimic him
And that's what really rose up out of Michigan,
The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!
You would never know
the room and bright it up, they got they cameras flashing
Big 9 been a goat , not at the zoo, cause the trenches had grabbed me
Fifty cents for chips, two
Franklin, ain't the end, I was here when it begin
See if ya ridin' davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin
I bought some new ones in, to replace the older
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
think they in the mix
And D?
Is how they dying by tryna get the attention of the bully
You can't rock with me any day even if it's mutha fuckin green
7:00
I'm Snapping
Going hard no kap'n
Getting it by any means is what
We call trappin'
No middle man I am the Manufacture
Spilt it fifty fifty then own
on the landline
I could sell it by the pan
Or the gram in this
Scramble in the lamb like I
Got the shit pan-fried
So nasty and so classy
Have you lookin' like Ryan
a hit
Came home did a hit again
Didnt make the news
But that shit hit citizen
I swear to god I been feelin like 50 cent
Loved by many but hated by many
over now, you better kill me
Yeah I been selling dope to feed my babies
Feel me ain't no way in hell that
I'm a do this yearly so I'm a start it off
By
through your windows or your door
Grab it by the tail
Yucca man
Yucca man
If I had a dollar--cut it in two--give you fifty cents
But the rock will
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
mugger
No thugga, but i'm wit tha mf slimes
All tha time
On my side das a 9
I'm too fly with tha rhymes
Who done did it?
Bitch!
It's by my own design,
Myself
D12
50 Cent
Obie Trice
Stat Quo
And I would also like to introduce
The two newest members of the family
One goes by the name of Bobby Creek
off
Lil Baby I'm yo friend
Tell me what's on ya mind
You love it when grab ya by jaw
Kiss ya, call you mine
As soon as ya move on
Yeah yo ex gone call
I'm tired of mothafuckas who bes saying they tryna make it bra
They wanna hop on the train but they aint puttin in as much work as me
I aint waitin
Qu'du bénef
J'suis l'Milan
T'es Marseille
J'suis triste quand
J'fais pas d'zeille
J'finesse ta pute comme 50cent
I did it by myself without no help
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
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