Lyrics:
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya,
fifty cents
The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby
Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G
But I
Your baby in your arms
You would test me but you know better
It's inadequate to go against
The Jesus of Nazareth
Of the rap game, and guess what
I got no
the mood to bust a nigga head man
I ain't playin' ain't got no
Time for them games
Niggas lose they life all the
Time for fuckin' playin'
This is 50 Cent
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
like it's legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get
It if we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Big
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
raps
50 Cent raps I'd rather let
Eminem call me 50 niggas
Than break bread wit a
Rich nigga readin scripture
By the way, if you're Aryan
Nation - FUCK
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
ball killin' shit
Realist shit and your main wife dig me
Game try and hit me
Kick game like 50 cent
Niggas wanna play games I quickly
Mob with
Ballin' like I'm 'Melo, free my brother, filthy cocaine
Fuck the rap shit, on another level, trappin' in the dope game
50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT
(UNIT, haha) , yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
And Lloyd Banks
(BANKS) , and Tony Yayo (YAYO)
Nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, "rocks, blows,
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
Livin' dat, yo what's up black?
Well its my third day home and not a cent to my name
No jobs they claim I'm back in the drug game
I need some money in
It's 50 Cent starring as Game
It's autobiographical
I hope you enjoy yourself
50 callin me crazy, I might be just maybe
I'm gangsta, I'm crippin', Damu,
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm
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
All this shit I rap in this studio
I live this shit no Cap
Yea I gotta degree but I be in these streets selling gas by the pound and I Rap
Fuck
birth in 1986
She greatly miss
2019, hit the rap game and finally made a hit
She told me come and put a baby in her and she gave me kiss, I saved
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