Lyrics:
give ah f*** about yo block we put ah bag on yo big homie
F*** you an yo block, Toe tag yo big homie
Extra glocks extended clips slanging by my lonely
these bitches be runnin'
My clip as least holds a fifty, fuck it, fifty-two
This smoke has got us litty, but your flow shitty too
Yeah they can't hear my
twenty cents
So your lights won't get cut off
Ya soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo, take them baby GAP shirts off too
You just mad 'cause Payless ran out
twenty cents
So your lights won't get cut off
Ya soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo, take them baby GAP shirts off too
You just mad 'cause Payless ran out
Rep my gang just like I'm sick I threw it up
I got money on mind it just ain't no room for her
I done hit his hoe two times I ain't gone lie she
man was thirsty, I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a juks, bitch
Motherfucker teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should
follow
Cause people start trippin
over dollars and cents
The bottom line is
we all need love to exist
Whether you got the rep
on the street straight
in if you ain't let my mans in
Fraternal twins how we moving in tandem
Might have to get clips niggas been acting
I went to school then I started
Shawty what's the price you my everything
Yeah the only thing won't buy is a wedding ring
Put it on ya life
Bae I heard you sighin'
Ain't no 50 cent but
i stay headstrong
With a lead on my gun, try me you'll be dead gone
For damn sure, no lie this man poor
I'll rob the homeless if i'm fifty cent
Niggas ain't scum, fold fit through the drum
You only got that for fun, all of that frontin' for what?
I might pull up in a Lamb, run up on your mans
fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch
of puttin' quarter holes in fools
So don't you even fuck with my rep
My rep's too big and deeper than Dig-Dug digs
And I'mma get ya, nigga, if I want ya
I
like a tower
Power
Call me 50 cent but I'm a dollar
Flower
Always got the green it be sour
Holla
If you want some smoke gun powder
Howard
Stern
tell him I bought you that stuff? (I mean)
These hoes fake, let's keep it a bean
Young Seven Nine, or I go by Hajim (yeah)
Her shit is fatter when
My rep with 5'0 is non existent
But ain't no reason for your dissin
I stay distant
I'm silent when it comes to my master plans
You know that I'm
At the ceilin
With you by my side
Ain't no better feelin
Oh you gotta man
Do he need a fill in?
Catch of the day
Yo I'm bout to
Reel in
Slangin that dope
Yo I'm
50-something
But he acts 20-something reminds me
Of an old Mafia guy
Then there's Coach! The guy that
Likes guys you know
It had to be one of those but
He can
them I needed help
I did I did
Nobody reached out so I did it by myself
The same ones that turn their backs on you criticize
When I called my plug he
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
niggas shot up
Seen niggas get knocked the fuck out and never got up
The neighborhood paralyzed, crack drive-bys
It's evident we hurt, you ignored our
laugh
Tell a bitch I'm pressed for time, tryna cut a brick in half
I'm talkin' thousand times two-fifty, niggas stuck on Instagram
You would think I
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