Lyrics:
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
biddies
Homie slide through and i only charge em 50
Yeah, I might just go blow some O's
I just feel that right to my dome
All this time that I spent alone
right by the Citgo
Man I gotta make it, my heart just can’t take it
My whip be my mind and my mind just be racin’
Was down by a dozen and I couldn’t shake
turned her round, and then I fucked her gave her 50 cents
Fuck her from the back,all she wanted was some hot chips
Hope you know by now I'm Young reckless
(intro)
Yo
Bay area
You are now rockin
With big von and 50 cent
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww
Yo
Southside
Roll something smoke somethin nigga uh yea
I fall off
and
I'm wondering why
She loves my body and
I love her scent
The day you left
I wonder where you went
You know I'm the man
Like 50 cent
Our love fresh
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
you wanna ride, come on, let's roll
(Aiyo, I kow you wanna roll, come on, let's ride)
[Tek]
It's six fifty by the curb, and a fifty ya herb
Three
ignorant just like 50 Cent with his post
Niggas posting all online
So when you slide you under arrest
That nigga corny he a bitch
That nigga telling on his
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
my ascent once I'm locked in the cockpit
Half of you rappers don't make any sense (cents)
Fifty percent will take minimal risk
Decapitate faggots, I'm
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
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
50 Cent:
I don't know what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
was pure silver, love
And mine was but tin
For yours cost a guinea, love
And mine but one cent
And my curse on you, Mother
My curse being sore!
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
but I can't forget
When i was asking for them dollars it was barely 50 cent
Names on the list
But I ain’t owe you shit
Never did favors
It leads
pioneer paving the way
Eminem, 50 Cent, I've been""Patiently Waitin'""
Now the time finally came to throw my name in ya face
Like BRAP
Wasiu, nigga I'm in
a city in the west coast
On this quest to get rich
Or die trying, tread soft
Word to 50 cent
I don't even need a vest
For the Teflon
When they let
West, they know my name
More savvy in the city than a bench press
These niggas hustle, I ain't impressed
I sold bags of the white more
Tight than 50
get cut by the weekend
They been tryna judge me on false pretense
Don't got shit to prove, baby seeing is believing
Fuck their little two cents they
the crew[00:56.84]And you know we bout[00:57.55]Ten folks deep[00:58.14]Better hope we not pulling up on you[00:59.37]Gone keep a stick by my side[01:00.27]That's my
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