Lyrics:
NARC'd up, marked up, fucked up in the game money
I got bail money, XXL money
You got flash now, but time will reveal money
I spit the hottest shit, you
我带领火箭队
humble和swag 我俩这都兼备
uh uh 成都会告诉你我是谁
要uhdont flex on me ，u hella fake
uh uh When I rap 我是dr dre
我是50 cent 是nas 、jadakiss 、mase、ludacris
那些装模作样全部给我下课
I give drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T
No doubt players like me
Recognize the great King Tee, about twenty
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
like Stallone, got game like 50 Cent posse
Up first to work, on his coffee grind
In no time promoted to the king's right hand
But no hype man, had
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
Liking every pictures dropping hella comments
If i gotta dollar you got fifty cent
Be my best friend word to fifty cent
Let's keep counting up twenty
of gave it back
You better invest in some crack, cause your rap game weak
I can't wait for your album drop, and flop in the streets
And what in the fuck
was, "CO, I'm hit"
They caught him slippin
Lord forgive him, robbed the dice game
Bought a 100 suit's
Had the joint on 'em, ten flights
Threw 'em off
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!
I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50
sound like
Outta space
[Chorus]
Watch ya mouth boy I say what I say
Montreal rap pioneer paving the way
Eminem, 50 Cent, I've been""Patiently Waitin'""
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
[Verse 1: Holstar]
Got a side hustle for my side hustle, I’m 50 Cent with the Power you Homies lack muscle/
Lackluster – too tired, I can't puncture
to blast off heat
Quik told me to be all I can be
Nate is my dogg him and warren g
They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat
And even 50 cent said
I been doing this since 50 cent recorded Back Down
You watch power and act surprised like "50 cent could rap? Wow
These jokers getting diddy bopped
it's like I was fifty-cent
On a Road to riches, I flipped the stoves, tremendous
I cooked them oes, I did it. I had them hoes stupendous
Transportation
like 50 cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest and I had to go repent
Smoke one joint it had me on my ass and I say holy shit
I had one cup of Henny straight,
dollars
And about fifty two cents
Should've listened to my father
He said that rap don't pay the rent
Dam
Half a million streams
It aint as pretty as it
Maid
Still thank god everyday I pray
Stacking bread no mayonnaise
These rap snacks ain't made by lays
You touch my chips better count ya Days
Met
making since now I need it to make some cents
I need like 50
Double that and make a dollar
Move the app like Benihanas
Fresh done tapped into his bag
This
ever knew leave my side
Asking moms for 50cent just to get a icee
Hitting the block wit my guys everyday was dicey
I wonder if I got locked up would
as profound as an explosion
feeling lit like 50 cent I'm a genius in abundance I'm a beast flourishing in Florence with the adrenaline as I roam the streets
me inhale
No time to look up in the sky
Dry your tears and stop cryin'
50 Cent show us at 2005
There's a lot of fake goals so Get Rich or Die Tryn'
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