Lyrics:
win goes out to you
No need for lies you only the truth
Fuck these haters saying that we rude
Young girls stop sending nudes
These boys are running
hang the phone up
Knock a nigga daddy down before the sun up
We specialize in walkin' niggas down
So don't run up
Put fifty cent on every nigga
That's
time I get it, they know who it is
Yeah, ruthless
Get up in it, never give away how I do this
I'ma get too rich
Hit me for my two cents, foolish
Too
doing when you get real low
Throwing fifties all the way, I stack it to the ceiling
Pouring it up in the club, you know how I feel it
My only one, she
here just keep me sane
And bitch you better know my name
Heartless 50 nigga
Kause imma 50 boy fuck bmf
This shit get depper nigga
Aye niggas wanna be
get a second take
No no no I know you're next let me get a second take real quick
Please?
With a beat like this catch me riding slow
Check
I throw my 2 cents in
Well make it 5 percent then
If black man is God then
The ghetto must be heaven under fire
Holy war against the races
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
to play for all our little boys and girls
'cause I'm a soldier don't get it twisted
Get your wig split
Fifty millimeter shells aiming for the terrorist
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
(Tre is that a band?)
Im finna get out the hood
Just to come back in some new shit
They say Im misunderstood
Give a fuck about ya two cents
I see
Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto.
Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting
50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal
Ha Ha Ha ha Ha Ha Ha
Hey L
Whore
Its me
J
You changed me from a boy to A man
You did
I guess the best thing you ever Did to me
Was leave me
Hoe
I
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
and relations
Being black hard enough, with all our tribulations
And I can't change it
At least by myself
Sad I gotta leave so you see I need help
Then you're
[Chorus: x2]
I come through in somethin real foolish
And they like, boy you a fool with it
And he like, boy you a fool with it
And she like, boy
[Chorus: x2]
I come through in somethin real foolish
And they like, boy you a fool with it
And he like, boy you a fool with it
And she like, boy
still don't take no days off
Linked up with Versace
And he gave the boy some real cloth
I stay fired up
I'm the real boss
And all y'all suckas real soft
that are trickless but still try to go get the better of me
Hundreds and fifty's got me feeling lifted and I didn't even spark up on the weed
But when I
shit, it was ninety-nine cents (bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else has been
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
huh?)
You fuck around and lick a shot, boy
I'm from the city where the skinny niggas ride
Big semi on they side
Real life, making fifty out of five
Politically correct me
Flex disrespect
'Gainst the whole game
Respectively
Ice on my neck
Straight outta 50 cent machines
Why would I invest in the glamour
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