Lyrics:
Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin
lika gatherin
So dont be playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon
bitch
(You've done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch
(I'm a p.i.m.p) Ima pimp bitch
(You done heard about me) Coz I'm the shit bitch
Now things change
Five cents, Six cents, take em with you
Know I'm still here, what you been through
Depending on the clock, time we can spend
Know its all good, what
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me
kid
My observations are unlimited, the government finished
Mc I'm a good citizen but they don't want me as a friend
Fuck it! soon I'm start to pack gap
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
and let me drive you crazy
I can make a 40 year old feel like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with a frame
And to make her feel special I let her
meds
HOUSTON, we got a problem
Can you send the troops to solve em
But i say never mind, cuz i wanna pop em
They make me feel so good i dont wanna stop
feel good
You fuck better than
Kim k could
It's a fact
We on that lax
Yeah sipping on fast
Gripping till we blast
Yeah smoking till we slow
Smoking
put one inside his contact lens
Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz
Death wished on me by many men
But I ain't 50 cent feel like
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
I walked up in that bitch
With five, tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids on me (woo, woo)
(for real)
Dope fiend beggin' for a dollar from me (what?)
But all I got is fifty cents for a cigarette (here)
Landlord in my apartment knockin'
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
Just like two kids eating cotton candy
Now we're drinking coke and brandy
You make me feel like a kid again
You give me that 50 watt, 50 watt
50 watt
on the yay
Your people make a G day, you ain't rich
You just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
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
like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
leaning on the fence
Tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster
Real big wheel when a gun is in his
bird on me
Nothin' to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific
Money, money, money
Man that shit comin' in digit's
I got 50 cents on me
the street thing almost enter me hm hmm
So no come here dey chat me shit ma bo pari e
Anyhow make you see am, live my life inna 50/50 yeah
(Anyhow make you
a hour
I'm taking chance with rap and no I'm not talking hot shower
I'm tryna get my 50 cent cause all I feel is power
I, don't know why you try
I'm just
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