Lyrics:
go dumb
Like they ignorant that's zero sense
Get rich or die trying baby 50 cent
But I ain't from Jamaica
Made in Harlem Or that's Mecca
Paid my dues
to young jeezy
Out of breath playing with all these words just like I'm weezy
50 cent was my inspiration, that's why im greedy
Hmm, rip mae P nigga
You got
function
I’m double flexin’
You hate it or you love it
I’m 50 cent n’
You see the Game I’m bus’n
Got they attention
And you see the girl you crushin’
Gives
fifty cent
See through that fake shit like a fish bowl a whip with no tent
This shit ain't yoga but you get stretched fuck nigga got me bent
I say I'm
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
this is Iraq
Alliances
Lining with stars and bars of a prison rep
My science a-
-pplyin' pressure, her stretcher is needed
Pay the proceeds or you live
Detroit I supply them (no)
I'm talking loud I'm a buy em' (come here)
Can't cook but I'm gonna fry him
My advice, don't stand by him
50 round chopper
I know is to show these ??? how it supposed to go
50 Cent
I'll teach ya how to Stunt
The Game
Countdown to Armageddon Motherfucker, Chuck Taylor in
the clip like one,two,three
If she by my side you can't fuck with me
She always ride stay tucked with me
I love Whitney she loves me
Empty the clip like
young niggas about to spend
They know I throw loco when it's about my Benjamin
Feelin' just like 50 Cent, hated by so many men
Woke up like a bank
84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you
Ain't never been screwed up
Its still tha same name new dip, new shoes
50 on da frame
I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger
Peers did I hurt your feelings
I don’t care about you or your
Channel me and Daniel about to
Get lit like a solar panel rep the
Click like binge watch me
damn
Lil bitch, you ridin' niggas dicks like a bitch
I got, six brand new foreigns on my wrist
I got six Forgiatos on my fist
I got fifty foreign
a work of art
Don't know where to touch
Feel like a kid in a sweet shop
Lemme take you to the candy shop
I ain't 50 cent
But would you lick on my
expect she gone do it twice
Get a nigga tight it a change a life
You demand respect that price requires a check
Supported by a paper trail hoes they
dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by myself
Twenty
the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by myself
Twenty out
50cent
Many men wish death on him
But I'm ballin like above the rim
Stump em out like I'm wearing Tim's
Always us never them
Chop his ass like
on this minty vinty
Down to the used ones costing fifty cent
Many men and women studying the mix and blend
No Serato. Looking at the 360 spin
Representing
Pen game tight right?
Time we begin again
Call me late night I'll take your 50 cent like Many Men
Plenty men sin Devil smack eccentric
God
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
he get his skull
Cracked, yea you'll catch all that
Them clips hold 50
See niggas think they all that
Till they where that yard at
I hit em where he
mama, your uncle, your cousin?
I’m showing love cuz it’s really just nothing
Was up in the club, bottle of bub’
I’m fifty cent, man I’m all the above
I’m
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