Lyrics:
fifty)
Let that pistol go when I was nineteen years old (nineteen, uh)
First time I turned twenty, I was cashin' out on gold (uh, gang)
Rich nigga
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My buzz is
Whats 50 cent
Whats 50 cent
Whats 50 cent
Whats 50 cent
Whats 50 cent I never had me no many man
Scoob aint just talking I hop out the mini van
Used
New York City (New York City)
You are now rackin' with 50 Cent
(with 50 Cent) are you ready?
(are you ready?
Gun cocks) I said are you ready?
(are
the jewelry lookin sicker, the
Coup on them thangs got her panties droppin quicker, got
50-11 hoes, wit 50-11 tats, got
50-11 niggas strapped wit 50-11 gats,
yo konnen'n te kon vann li (Vann li)
Kounya se Maserati (Skrr)
Pull up pull up nan yon Bentley ye
Manmzèl renmen jan mwen fè li ye
Fifty cent lè map
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
Smirnoff, baby)
We not drinkin' the Smirnoff tonight (Not tonight, why'all chill!)
None of that shit, man (Grimey ass niggas!)
Put the 50 cent beer away
things y'all niggas y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blaow
My pinky ring talk it say, "50, I'm sick"
That's why these niggas is
[Intro - 50 Cent talking]
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland]
Timbaland sounds so good, but I might
Ya'll niggas want to get high, well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you want
spit
They don't Curtis see me rich, wouldn't give me 50 cent…Just like 50 Cent
Two quarters thats just halftime
Niggas need bout 2 more quarters just
them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm surrounded by many men
But see them boys ain't killing me
They treat me like Metro
If I don't trust you they go
with it
and you runnin, the police is comin, take my advice nigga
Dump that - this is serious, these rap niggaz
I'm just havin fun with it, 50 Cent
Niggas callin' for these features but they get no answers
Fuck y'all niggas
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Everywhere we go, just leaves number one
We won't
I had 50 cents
Onna bag of chips
Had to spend the shit
I'm legit
I get money quick
We buy everything
Everybody want a couple cents when I'm coming in
and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 Cent & The Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go
ain't feeling 'em
Walking in my big blue chucks
Cause I'm killing 'em
Hey what up 'cause, it's 50 cent
What's happening nigga?
Ever since the moment I
plated
Niggas owe me I'm aggravated when you making a payment
I need every cent don't stay wit mama paying full rent
Saying shit like it got spent can get
or something, stop bitch you know you frontin' always wants a different nigga you some kind of hoe or something
[50 Cent]
Yeah Banks, I know the bitch man, I
a gift
So nuh badda wreck it
50 Cent, him a tell dem fi check it
Let's get money, niggas like my style
I'm chipped up
Still I won't hesitate to shoot your
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