Lyrics:
and the elevators ain't never fixed
They got my hood surrounded by the steel black fence
It's that to keep the crime out or keep it trapped in
Liquor stores on every
Try say somethin' new, it ain't nothin' new to say
Everythin' been did, each and every which way
You ain't never seen it done like this, you ain't
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
the end
Like it’s you verse 50 men
Trying to get rich 50 cent
Or I’m a die with a bloody pen
Sipping dark ain’t talking hen
Crafty beers let’s have a cheers
it aint bout money then you know i gotta dip
And you aint my friend dont even ask me for a cent
Yeah yeah i been on my shit
I go so hard when im in my
Nigga we gon split this shit down the middle it's simple mathematics
Then it's right back to it that's how the money multiplies
Ain't hard to understand
washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piiisssssss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get
I got this game on lock yo jogging up the block for a 50 cent taco
Knock yo ass out the box so quick
You better check yo bitches purse I think she got
ain't it?
My true niggas walk wit me, yeah
They ride wit me
Would you cook pies wit me now, ya heard?
Lord, I keep hollerin', I hope You listenin'
How
You're still a cunt
I'm still a fucking jerk
Same as it ever was, yeah
Say it'll change but it never does
Ain't gonna ever 'cause
You're the cause
Doc-Trizzy, Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath
50 Cent, G-Unit, here we go, free Yayo
Motherfuck a Benzino, they don't know we finna blow
Someone better tell 'em
One dollar and eighty-seven cents
That was all
She had put it aside
One cent and then another
And then another
In a careful buying of meat and other
cents
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in
Bummy and grungy, fuck
Yeah, it's all fine all fine in Brisbane
Yeah, that's Brisbane
I know it small and simple
But it's full of lovely people
Sharing warmth and lovely
up til the very end
It's all about paper my nigga
I pop smoke for the dividends
Bullet proof like I'm fifty-cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your
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
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!
I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50
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
Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk
Get it crunk (crunk, crunk, crunk)
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
Jump (jump, jump,
Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk
Get it crunk (crunk, crunk, crunk)
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
Jump (jump, jump,
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're
50 Cent:
I don't know what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
Discuss these simple aint it by 50 cent Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In