Lyrics:
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
to share
Rather eat by myself
So they looking at me all salty
I learned to cut hair
So I could buy soups
And fill up my belly
And fill up my belly
My
that's Koopa, but he look like 50 Cent oh yeah
Well G-G-G-G-ge-ge-ge-get the hell out of here yeah
When I'm hangin' out the window wit that AK filling ya punk ass wit holes
[50 Cent]
Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana,
I'm new on that greyhound
replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face
the quarter
A big jump in size
Twenty-five cents
A nickel and two dimes
Now here comes the loonie
Wow, it's worth four times
That's right, a dollar
Ya, one
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
cop me
In the back of the cab, this hoe sucking dick from the front seat
This her aftermath, like I got 50 Cent on me (straight stacks)
Trap spot's
to the front of the line
We're gonna stay by
[Chorus 1]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo hand
Spin
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
ride
This just first releases
Tell em papi outside
Like 50 cent
Getting rich or die trying
That or Mr West
I'll testify to touch the sky
If you asking,
I
by 11 bout 400 briccas
Hop on the freeway
Throw that 50 cent in yeah
Make that shit look good
Ashley from the wood yeah
Rental from Abdul
Swear that
like im 50 cent
Its BRIGGY
Yo-yo what you telling me
We got green in bags celery
Star dog loud hit my lungs heavily
But I'm tryna get burst ima need
There's hogs at the hitchin' post side by side
Gravel lot full of 4 wheel drives
Bud Light sign says .50 cent wings
Throwin' darts in the back is
to go by
Was days where I only had 50 Cent you should know I
Ma get rich or die tryin', round here bullets be flyin'
Mommas be crying cause these baby's
proud of me
Want my guys to get loud with me
Couldn't picture how it'd be
Life Of The Party, 50 Cent, I'm in the club
The lengest tings show me love
These
who didn't
And shit I'm known to keep it a hundred stay from round me you be 50
Won't post your brother but post Baby niggas fans just like a ceiling
mattress i got heart’s on the head i feel like drake but i ain’t light skin 50 cent i got the power to get you off like a light switch he bitch i call him
50-rounds
To blaze a nigga before I hit the ground, he lay
He lay, he lay, he lay, he lay
He lay, he lay, he lay, he lay
In the grave he lay, he lay
In
round all them niggas make no sound
She see i'm up so she letting me fuck now
Pass her to bro like we scoring a touch down
Come here baby
I'm tryna touch
Aye
Aye
Bow bow
What it do Nate
You ready? (Yeah)
Alright hold up hold up hold up think we got one there
(Aye) Twenties and fifties and hundreds
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