Lyrics:
men, get rich or die like I'm 50 Cent
Remember when life was the simplest, back when I didn't have fifty cent
Sober now, I'm takin' Yoga classes
I'm
like they don't know nothin' about drama
For this money shit many men do trauma
Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the baddest ass
The bulletproof
Got 50 cent for my many men
I Pour a 4 in the back of a mini van
I Pour a 4 in the back of a mini van
Got 50 cent for my mother fucking many men
They
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
you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All you do window shop
I seen you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it
Yes, sir! LA Leakers
Justin Credible, Sourmilk that's right
We've been invaded by Long Beach, man
Long Beach is here! Long Beach!
Our homie, for many
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
All black Benz, kush in the wind
Bumping old Khaled shit, 'All I Do is Win'
Switch to 50 cent, turn on Many Men like Lil Kim
Every time 50 say 'Many
Wollt schon damals so seien wie 50cent/
Tätowiert, breit gebaut, ein Gangster/
Nein ich wollte nur Frieden doch Many men/
Fangen immer wieder mit mir
years away from when they say
The world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking
For 50 Cent from "Many Men", one
[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,
do one more game of counting by fives on our fingers
This is a long one, keep going
Get set, ready, go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50, 55,
like bryant gumbel
I love me some red beans
N my momma gumbo
Many men want this position
Feel like '03 50
Don't need no bullet proof vest
Ain't nobody
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
to dress , couldn’t sag my regular pants
And gotta kiss they ass if you tryna get a 50 cent advance
And unlike 50 cent, I’m not of many men
Sell shares
stepping on many of men cause these niggas play fifty no cent
When I'm busted you know that I'm bent
For a bucket could not be a simp
I can fuck her then
Un paquet de bad habits
À la Gucci Mane
J’allume un loud et je verse un drink
Comme many men
Get rich or die trying
À la 50 cent
J’ai un paquet de
sick
Many men want see me fall, dawg I feel like 50 Cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest and I had to go repent
Smoke one joint it had me on my ass and I say
on trot (trot, trot)
Fifty cent, bet in and got (got, got)
A dollar, seven, seven, seven slot (chi, ching)
Hop it psycho, eleven got (got)
Many men
Wish
head
I feel like 50 cent I'm wanted dead by many men
The gun cocked and one shot just missed my head
The next shot I then hopped that one hit the bed
like Ben 10 yeah
Or I'm like 50 Cent bulletproof hated by many men men men
She like to sing along to my songs I be like yeah yeah yeah
You gotta come
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