Lyrics:
as hot as it was so they say we ain't as worth as much
Ringtone rappers actors dancers trappers they just outworking us
50 Cent working way harder baby
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I
boy in his stripped-down Model A
He says, "Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check, my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my tires, won't you
what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it
they really ain't shit, they ain't said shit
It don't make dollars, it don't make cents/sense
I moved to East Atlanta at the age of 9
Real cold
50 cent
I ain’t even worth a cent but I’m heaven sent
I’m hellbent on getting it on
By the bar I see a black blonde
(As I approach)
Hello ma’am, you
RUDE BOY’S INNA ME GHETTO.
True x4 Rasta fai rie. Ya hear ma say. And when me tell then am back.
A back for real reality. Asorock General. Prove
ask James Cagney
He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney
Cagney is a favorite he is my boy
He don't jive around he's a real McCoy
Chuck D
Sparks is white like me"
"Haha" "Hahaha" "One time for that boy
Eminem? You know what I'm
Talking about?! One time for that boy
50 Cent! The whole G Unit!
they see me ride by in this Chevrolet They get confused and say that I'm rude
Every day I be new and improved
And my kids gon' be doin' it too
They like,
Tonight we gon' blow a check, worry 'bout your shit tomorrow
The turn up is so real, we 'bout to get super lit
Boy, I'm kickin' straight facts, that's
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
through with 30 keys up in a bag
We gotta make a livin
Nigga know I'm real
Jammin Screw
I got to send it out to my boys Zane and crew
My nigga Adrian
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
couldn’t jack me 'cause
I’m not Ja Rule
Nah rude boy, what d'you mean? Go on then
Wow, Skepta ah wah di rass
I never knew you sucked arse
You might as well
do one more game of counting by fives on our fingers
This is a long one, keep going
Get set, ready, go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50, 55,
got some drank from that boy with that bird
And you know we just hooked up on some syrup
Now you know we gone, goin real strong
I thinkin ride far, I
Look, mama, I made it (grrt)
Look, I remember the days
Same fit for a week straight
I used to eat fifty-cent cake
Now, it's Philippe's
It's
boy (boy) got fifty thousand in the spout
Look atcha' boy (boy) I'm finna buy a way bigger house
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
wanna act out
I just black out
And blow they motherfuckin back out
That's real
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and BIG my nigga
Don't try to act like you
blast up
Real BIG style watch the kid break it down
Check it: thou shalt not fuck with
Nor see Poppa
50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off proper
There's
Yessir
SKEE!
It'll be a cold day in hell fo' I let a bitch sleaze me
Niggas told when they ran into some real heat
You'll probably fold fuck around
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