Lyrics:
Especially when things always go left like a wedding ring
Witsi ke flopo he 50 cent e palla many men
Get rich or die trying tatted on a nigga hand
And that's
50 cent the Game this is how we do
She let me poke her face, in poker face, then she got the deuce
If I was you, follow suite
Dogg yo bitch tryna
on
And no matter what you fighting for I promise that it'll live on
Like Make America great again
Make it hate again
Make it white
Make everybody fight
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
of school so it's a matter of time before pressure amounts
Who would've knew I had some talent it adds up and look where it counts
Jordan's and Timb's
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
try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between
That's why you gotta watch your friends you
Got to watch me they conniving, shit
The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent
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
me and Jed
I'm pouring out the red
That some shit like 50 cent
I just made a thousand cents
You don't make no sense
Use your senses
I see you buildings
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
you've ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers,
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the mutha fuckin
I was raised by the OGs with the packs wrist glowing
No matter what you selling dawg just keep the money flowing
Matter fact I use to sell the dog
Pari
That's my dream, but it's one I'll never have
100 bands in my hands, killa cam, only fans
Like I'm 50, spelling out broke with cents
When I'm 50
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
visit's because it would become
The topic of my day and by the
Time we spoke later that day
The argument was so amplified in my head
That I couldn’t wait
Gimme couple good rhythms my spirit need to vent
Im chasing big dollars big brother gimme cents
Le chemin du roi on it like my name 50 cent
They told me i
the scale
Break you up out of your shell
Have you on that demon time
But we never kiss and tell
Put my 2 cents in ya water
When you cum I wish you well
Put
a bigger house
it be the fakest ones who smile with the biggest mouth
If I got a dollar in my pocket and it's 2 of us
Then I really got like 50 cents
tip it up
I won't show you what's in my cup
And matter fact
I go full throttle
Watch me turn this bitch right up
Ima make a statement
You can hear me by
we don't wait up
Elevate the elevator
Conversation with the paper
Money talks it gives me data
If it's time to serve a plate up
I don't ever wait for
natural curls
You matter more to me than diamonds I'll buy you pearls
Feel like I'm losing myself all in this world
Thankful for you my number 1 girl
on the summer's air so hot
You buy a roll of tickets at fifty cents a pop
You're thinkin' that it's gonna be cool, but I'm tellin' you that it's not, no ...
into the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud
Who the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond,
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