Lyrics:
years away from when they say
The world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking
For 50 Cent from "Many Men", one
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 handle my
On an old town road
This engine is speedy
You never could beat me
I know that shit cold
You better be easy
By the end of this shit Ill be like Nefertiti
Boy
I'm holding us up
50 Cent's in Da Club I'm throwing it up
I don't know nothing about your crew boy
When I'm in the club I get real boy so feel boy
I'm
about a dolla ya you know I got bucks wit me
Used to window shop up at the mall wit cents 50
But Now I stunt hard have the whole hood fuck wit me
Like
bitch
Quick to hop out with that stick
Rude put 30 on his glick
I can't go out like no sack
Glock with 50 and that switch like that bitch straight from
You wanna be funny Bernie Mac your not
I'm thinking little of you Kevin Hart just stop
Wearing Designer Timmy Turner all your wishes dropped
50 Cent all
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
I just want you to come home
No matter if it's late at night
(I hear you talking)
I know you saying you working
But baby boy this feeling ain't right
that bennigans
Timmy 21 to my competition
I’m a stomp em
In some timberlines
As a youngin listened to 50 cent
Get rich or die trying
Story telling
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
50 Cent-
Next and 50
(Uh-huh)
Next and 50
Next and 50
Next and 50
Yo, yo my imagination is more vivid than life
Playboy November issue page
fucking merked by some lame
Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one in his brain
Over some-thang, took his watch and his chain
Country boys
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
Ain't dropping no beg boy play with me ima flash
That glizzy got a switch 50 shots and its shooting fast
Every single nigga with me could drive but
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot
real ass niggas, well dem boys at war
Wear yo chopper take a nigga to war
Wear yo nine and take a nigga to war
Prepare yo fire take a nigga
We own the hood (For real though)
And we live by it, die by it then ya heard me
I got crib in Florida, and I don't even stay there
Been bought
twist his body tore a ligament
Hit up nine times over 50 cents
Bet he think again before he try again
Blowin' smoke, we lit up like a cigarette
Treat her
feeling like I'm fifty Cent I really want the power
With the power it's a check With the power it's respect
Going out like a god I don't live with regrets
met[00:37.25]In the Sunday pews you can find them set[00:39.06]Biggest haters of our country by and large[00:40.81]Have 50 of our country's flag in they
I ain't got time
I could be fucking Conor McGregor
Wouldn't box you wake up
Make fifty cents to make sure I am not you
I'm starting to think Tron
the right one for me
Is it rude if I say that you fail I
Why did you leave my
cre my hopes being passed by
Verse
Pessimistic cuz this half glass
Can
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