Lyrics:
to dress , couldn’t sag my regular pants
And gotta kiss they ass if you tryna get a 50 cent advance
And unlike 50 cent, I’m not of many men
Sell shares
my head, what am I? I said, it’s a curse and I know it
But I need him by my side to give me the strength and courage I need to verse my opponent
man..."
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Hate rules in these times
Niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
be broke then
Get my ass fucked
I started off with 50 cent, I ain't lying
But I'mma get rich or die tryin'
Like a half buck
Yo my bars so raw, it could
dance, you praise them
50 cent, Eminem, they are god damn
I wanna be like them, feeling zen
Bozo bitches aint got the right cards in their hand
Trust me,
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle in the sky, one
Veskoppies emahlanyeni sweet no Mkatakata Freedom of expression, this is a lyrical Inkatha Bakakati got chicks bashaya iPhatha-Phatha Ngiwu 50 Cents in this
the workers were in:
The factory was surrounded by a fence and barbed wire on top and on the bottom. And they have a chain-linked fence surround the whole
grabbed the mic and said fuck it
I was twelve years old writing rhymes in my class
Thinking I was fifty cent they could hate it or love it
I'll be doing
by violence
Never let it affect my conscious
God was watching
Like it's watching now as I prepare this 50 cal
To blow you away make no mistake I
deplase
Deplase, deplase, deplase
Deplase, deplase
Deplase, deplase, deplase
-(Verse 2)- Skellet
Lem fimen pansem chili (lwen)
Mvle goumen tankou 50
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
Chorus:
Hillwood
Hustlaz
You can't
See us
We run
Houston
Thousands
Of tons
First Verse:
I'll take my gun and make you run
'cause it really don't
Verse: 1
You want in well I’ll open up the door
Hot chics tip toeing on the wood floors
You can tell by the quality I’m making a living
Triple coat
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
that bennigans
Timmy 21 to my competition
I’m a stomp em
In some timberlines
As a youngin listened to 50 cent
Get rich or die trying
Story telling
drastically
All about the family
Had cut my ex off
Cause she never
Learned to handle me
(Verse 1 NoPHilter)
Chewing on a Nerds rope
Drippin like I Serve
was out in that booth, I ain't drop no music, I was frontin' my move
Tell the opps what the fuck they gon' do, 5 to 10 cents when I slide, FN2
They're
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
change nigga, cent by cent
Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
It's true holmes
Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone,
Since9ine6ix Verse 1:
Honest man
Got a job
Listening to how to rob
Pitching in my fifty cent and shipping it like Amistad
Working like a slave
Shit
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