Lyrics:
And when it comes to rhyming
M&m is kind of like me, just backwards
And in fact if you spell the alphabets
That's up in his name like that (Backwards)
Then
Cent's vest
From G-Unit, all I need is three unit's
Can't see me
But I'm the illest cat you seen do this
I be movin’ with disciples
And you a pre-Judas
'bout the news people
You be snitchin' on me, tellin' on me
I got niggas puttin' weapons on me
Tell the preacher come and preach with me
4-5 tell 'em
little X pills in front of me
And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be, come on
I know you don't want it with me
You know you don't want it
"he cheated on her" just wasn't fucking true
Anyway, after that a few weeks went by before she let me see you
And she said it was because I still
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
of me
I'd like to make some cents
Telling fortunes, circus tents
I'd like to make some cents
By writing new commandments
I'd like to make some
it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel
Well John
envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires
and swallow
Another one of them little X pills in front of me
And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be, come on
I know you don't want it with me
a jack I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too."
He said "Can you swing a hammer" He said "do anything you hire me to."
"Now ain't you something! So
need to tell her-
Guess what, guess what i got the and I want
Say it, say it again
Give it, give me my 75 cents and I'll show
You how I go brrow, he haw,
do anything you hire me to."
Spoken:
"Now ain't you somethin'! So high and mighty with all that muscle! Just go
Ahead, boy. Pick up that hammer,
fuckin cent that you could buy at the mall
I'm a long distance super-power, pussy-magnet
I was born in the ghetto, made by the ghetto
so fabulous!
it aint bout money then you know i gotta dip
And you aint my friend dont even ask me for a cent
Yeah yeah i been on my shit
I go so hard when im in my
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
sending out to prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four-fives and nines than a deck of cards (woo)
You can take me
It's your boy Ziploc man
I'm cooling and chilling while you hate
Gosh man, man you fake
If you dont faith on me right now
Then it's gon be too late
dummy brick, I compressed it together
Before he came already had a tester together
Think you gon' get one up on me? Never
I up the gun on whoever
My best
pablo
Before I ever do some time like chapo
What the fuck u think I keep this glock for
Me against the wc6cc in p.i orld like I'm the 95' Pac ho
How you
do anything you hire me to."
Spoken:
"Now ain't you somethin'! So high and mighty with all that muscle! Just go
Ahead, boy. Pick up that hammer,
've done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch
(I'ma p.i.m.p) I'ma pimp bitch
(You done heard about me) Coz I'm the shit bitch
Now things change at first they
a minute
But girl yeah you caught me by surprise, together we harmonise
Girl you got it in your genes and I ain't talking Levi's, said
I give you love, girl
hustlers are us
My game sharper than an elephant's tusk
Me, myself and I the only that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch
I got
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