Lyrics:
I don't play Atari
Steve Harvey
Or let my daughter date diddy
That nigga 50
I thrifted just time fine mines
Take time let it age
Fine wine
If
got a drum if i see many men plot then i'm shooting out the 50 (50 Cent)
We finna squeeze if we keep spinning know we be twisting hard then a titty
zip-locks
Carried by 6 ‘fore 12
Put me in that big box
Fucker
(See me in a bag)
I done seen a whole lot (Whoo)
Like how against the black man
There’s
touch me
Me. That cost 50 cents
Whatever I still got plenty left
I'm in the zone. Danger. Twilight. Name it
Heart rate rise while climb in the rankings
like a millionaire
Am just a greasy Nigerian
I just might fuck up your feelings girl
I'll make you sick like Malaria
I do the rub by myself because
I do
of Floyd done put that fear into many men
Many men
Fifty Cent Many Men
I'm not a fan can't pretend
Shit get crazy where my baby
Rock my baby FN
Shorty mad
French frames in dreams
At the city I can't escape
50 Cent, Darkchild, So Plush
Girl, I wait for your lovin'
There is no rush, what
That's how Darkchild
counterfeit
He ain't really bout a bag, he tryna bag a bitch
Many men, ayy, want me dead, I feel like 50 cent
I remember back then, ayy, I didn't have a cent
I
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
and Wednesdays
I might buy me 10 Denny's, I might buy Family Dollar
Cut it to 50 cent, I got a job for your father
I'm tryna help with the rent, I came up from
the author
You got me feeling a certain kind of way
You got me afraid that it all will fade away
You'll stay by my side until we're old and gray
I've got
like 50 Cent when drop many Men
Living everyday and I'm shooting for The stars Backwood filled with MAC 1 I'm on mars
Everybody turnt they back on me
What do you do when you get hit by
Rothchild's arrow shot by cupids bow
A love for money that's for sure
You'll be getting more and more
Then who
that
Scream Skoden at my foes and laugh
Snotty Rez Nose Kids smoke a track
And I'll remix that with a Creed
That I step with a Blackfoot on the scene
Yeah what, what
Back up on the remix, let me flip this
beat be hitting hard, it might just leave ‘em with slipped disk Penning every lyric, recorded
He got turned to a pack for a remix
Dropping disses back to back got him put on his back
You might want to step back and rethink that
When you come
told me she think I'm the shit
Told Lil Shawty sheen never lien cause I'm…
Ima get rich or die trying and ion know 50 cent
I can get rich as fuck I still
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
Ya dis dat fuckin tide
Dats gon fuckin multiply
Breakin bread wit da fam
Till the day I fuckin die
Like 50 ima put 9
Cents in ya
Fuck around
I’ll Pull
you Imma stick to death and beyond
Cooking up in the studio ain't talking about no Filet Mignon
Ain't got no cent but hold the 50/50 shots inside my
made
Into brown gravy for supper Sunday
They got 50 pound bags of chicken nuggets
They got yummy yogurt by the bucket.
Shelves and shelves
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
[Pras]
Uh, yeah, huh, yeah
Yo, yo, yo, I'll do a double dish cleaner
The funny ass cats remind me of a skinner
Now you listen up, now what, heat
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