Lyrics:
of tha shit he did
he had a bad attitude
nigga selfish and rude
one day he got in a fight in gloom and he gone killed a dude
thats when A.T.F. got hot
dollars, it don't make cents/sense
Words to live by, took it out of context
They say your past is your present and your present is your cash
So I look
keeping it real she ain't never a capper
She ain't never need nun of you niggas got her own money you think she a trapper
Head on right get her priorities
Real trap shit boy I got 2 phones
Real boss shit boy I never stay home
Real nigga shit boy swag cannot cloned
I be mobbing by myself if you fake
[Skinny DeVille]
I broke a dollar down the gutter (?) the dime, quarter, penny, nickel
Flipped the 25 to 50 cent, now watch the bitch triple
Game
home with 50 cents
When you go home with 100 grand
How the fuck you gon claim the land
That you motherfuckers stole
From them Native Americans
I just
noise dirty
Ya catch me survin
Watchin TV's in tha Seberban
It's real great, drinkin cristal by tha case
Etin steaks, scorin keys, and sells is great
I'm
deep shit
Listen! I've gotta go but meet me after school
I'll be waitin' by the back 'round two, k?
Got it Hil!
The boy's so fair have fun with it
Third
serve them dope boys
I see so many crack babies and laid bitches
Out by the bus stop hounded for a nigga's riches
I just fuck em' then duck em' and then
front
Rather lay across the back seat
That's some real cool shit if you ask me
Damn, I just walked in this room
Felt like being "that nigga"
Was
rapper tryin' to mimic him
And that's what really rose up out of Michigan,
The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!
You would never know
Oh, huh?
Wow, foreal?
Ok, I'm about to get real disrespectful up in here
No more Mr. Nice Guy
What was that shhh you said online
Get off the chair
Sem proibição, vamos pra ação
A gente fica flex
A vibe é esse pique
Ligo 50 Cent
É tipo P-I-M-P
Ela gosta de sentar
Fala que homem só serve pra isso
Got the power like I'm Fifty Cent
Haters getting bent out of shape
Haters sleeping on me
I know that they snooze
Sipping on that Hennessy
I love my
screamin’ "Long range" ridin’
Round with that rifle
Keep that tool, boy, rude boy, top shotta
Strapped up with that tech, he bet’ not flex
I got it on me
so rude but
Alotta b***** like computers
Programmed by the media
I just wanna see the real you cause
I need to know the feeling is true
Can I really
Uh-ha
Mummy raised a good yute, but I'm bad like my surname Jackson
Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (baow)
You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain't
on God)
Ain’t no more control, bitch we wall to wall we 50 deep
Take down up the score, ain’t no beef we feed the boy Swiss Cheese
I’m the one that made
the fuck", I just lost 60 racks, and made it back, nigga
RTB, I'm a real trench baby
Ion care if it's 50 cent, man you gotta pay me
All she doin' is laying
they switch sides
And do dumb shit when they get high
Cross me, it won't get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get fried
All the real niggas on this
Yea!
Well alright!
Check!
Girl you know i got you and im never gonna gbese
You should let me show you love in 50 different ways
Them other boys ah
niggas your type twice before
I'm in that white velour, look at the flights I bought
These mothafuckin' hoes got a right to war
When a young real nigga
The real ones around me gon' stick
Right by my hip
Might as well shout out to Chelly
Runnin' up the stats like a race
Fuck out my face
If you want you
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it
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