Lyrics:
got Benjamin's
Toxic niggas for the win
I'm not liked by many man
Feeling like I'm 50 cent
Member having 50 cents
Hundreds made off flipping it
Enough
came together
We formed alliance
We moan together
We harmonizing
50 shades of Gray
She wants excitement
She real classy but don't mind the back seat
All
gets me through the day
Like a pay up on my job to 50 cents I got a raise
You amaze
It's the feeling runners get cuz love they moving so fast
Why is
just got to roll with
I got power like I'm 50 Cent yeah bitch I own it
Tell them get in line for this position if they want it
Position now if they want
the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun
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
in Australia on tour with Janet Jackson
Courtesy of 50 Cent, my nigga made that happen
Felt like Michael Jackson was about to walk in the room
Rest
50 Cent, I ain't ya Enimem
I ain't ya Jigga Man, I'm a chinaman
Ginseng in the palm of my hand
She looks suprirsed in the palm of my hands
You know
Willis, 50 Cents in ya mind, who died hard just for trying?
How many fair skinned in this game, that be lying, corrupting the kingdom of Zion?
Shout-out my
and Dame
Niggas don’t know I stay flexin’ on ya dame
And that bitch gave me the ass
She gave me the brain
Until 50 cent run up and take your chain
He ain’t
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
Gave you my two cents, ain't got money babe
I'll take you somewhere fun and tell you something funny
Something funny, babe
When I open my eyes
Oh,
and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be false
and Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
to funk it
The EP is in effect from dusk to sunset
She want a rim shot all over her drum set
Jump the bed rubbin' your head- it's rough sex
50 ways
to Larry, my homeboy DJ LL
Niggas talking that bullshit, better chill
'Fore I 50 Cent a nigga and
Put your baby mama on film (yeah)
Motherfuck a Benz, nigga,
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
King of the Road
(Roger Miller)
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to left fifty cents
No phone, no poolm no pets
I ain't got
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
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
on that stupid shit
Man I feel like 50 Cent, many many many men
Fuck it I'll just take some 10s, pray to god won't crash the Benz
You want to see right
to days we had fun
You can't be blind and mind so choose one
I should be moving on from you hun
I double back for cat that's action
She comeing back to back
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