Lyrics:
to hear some grown folks music, I'm not knocking hip-hop, it's cool
It's just that in our case there's a time and place for 50 cent and Ja-Rule
Verse :
up by the zone
Ain't no rims i can't chop ain't a bottle in the club I can't pop
Got yellow bands filled up with guwop no brake pads can't stop
When
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
Robo
(No) , I step out and dab on them, dabo (Dab)
Twenties (Cash) , Fifties (Racks)
Twenties (Twenties) , Fifties (Fifties)
Twenties (Twenties) ,
pay
And my wine (?) and my shrimps sauteed
And I'm chillin' in LA with (?) for the day
Ain't that a bitch?
Foot up on the dash, ain't no brakes in
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
than 30 million albums 50 Cent's
Highly successful catalog
Including Get Rich or Die
Tryin', The Massacre
Curtis and Before I Self Destruct
Will continue
Capri Suns for fifty cents (yeah)
Now I just hate to reminisce (to reminisce)
So if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it
I-I-I-I-I-I
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
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
or Lacey
It's 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby
You put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy
Put a hole through your front and your back, maybe
But
(Ugh)
(Yeah, Look)
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
named 50 Cent I signed
This shit's official now, the deal is finished and it's time
To get down to this business, let's go get these nicks and dimes
A piece of me is half of this paper
You mother fuckers buggin' over shit that I say but
Have no problem when I show a bit of my anger
When I'm bitchin'
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
taking nine shots 50 Cent
Ooh Yeah
Diamonds on me dancing Janet Jackson
I really got them packs in to make it happen
I prolly put some food on one of you
to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of push broom
Buys a eight by 12 four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no
do one more game of counting by fives on our fingers
This is a long one, keep going
Get set, ready, go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50, 55,
Much to my dismay
When I wake up in the morning
No one by my side
Nowhere left to hide
I thought, music was enough
I could fill the empty
'm a hundred, you a dub (nothin')
Lookin' for me, I'm booked up (where you at?)
50 Cent, I'm in the club (hey)
Diamonds on my earlobe, ice on dyke (huh?)
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