Lyrics:
Check it out, 1996, bitches still suckin on dicks
Hoes just trippin' mayne
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you
put one inside his contact lens
Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz
Death wished on me by many men
But I ain't 50 cent feel like
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
Cocaine,
Bring it 'cross the water,
When it touch down,
got ghetto credit
Don't let the industry pimp you, pimp you, pimp you
(Chorus - repeat 2X)
As time keep passin' us by in my community
Wathcin'
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
Here comes that guy in his stripped down Model A
And he says, ?Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes
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
I'm killin' shit
Makin' hits
Order 66
This is it
Time is up
I'm killin' many men
No 50 cent
But I'm wild
I can't get no rest
Up all night
Don't get
get your baggage
Yeah, life's sweet when I'm high on the sour
Mind on my money, put your brain on a dollar
Fifty cent, yeah I came for the power
Know
be getting crazy
Trying to put me in a dead end
But I never thought to give up
Man, I rather be a dead man
Get rich or die trying
Like 50 Cent
And its
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
a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
Drinkin' Hen', I'm not gon' lie, it do somethin' to me
Hope this indecent proposal make you do somethin' with me
Fuck a dollar girl, pick up fifty
Drinkin' Hen', I'm not gon' lie, it do somethin' to me
Hope this indecent proposal make you do somethin' with me
Fuck a dollar girl, pick up fifty
me for a dollar even though that's all I had left
These greedy lying ass hoes'll fifty cents yo' ass to death!
[Chorus]
When we come up we gettin'
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
gold teeth-ahh's
I'm out here makin' cents, plus, I'm out here makin' dollars
I keep a bad broad, though, and a popped collar
She's just another hoe
gold teeth-ahh's
I'm out here makin' cents, plus, I'm out here makin' dollars
I keep a bad broad, though, and a popped collar
She's just another hoe
and blazen.
Cookin clap opera niggaz get some aprins
Put a fuck nigga right under the pavement
Focused on payments It finally made cents
We do not fuck
[Baby]
Hey
Wassup pimp?
Birdman motha fucker!
[Baby] + (TQ)
The financial adviser of this get money game
It's stunna the big money man
So
the alkie
Weed smokin', keep the cancer piece on it (yeah)
Call hoes, get pussy whenever I want it (c'mere bitch)
Mack daddy (no) pimp daddy (no)
Hammer
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
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