Lyrics:
you wanna be tough
You done lost yourself from
All this damn actin' payin' to fuck men
Man, I bet you went broke
From all those trans-actions!
Buck 50
Beam is on 'em when I drop 'em
I bleed niggas with no problem
Ayy, they don't really want this smoke, this ain't the kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy
50 Cent neither nigga, haha
I came back a rich nigga
Young mogul, Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter
They want me face down on the pavement
Gang members
barley get by
Get out the mud and we always survive
Straight to the top now they watching us thrive
I see the truth I see the lies
Four fifty four
I gotta
hahahahaha
that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9 5 shot
well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game
Richmond
Yea
HLR Shit
Bitch im on my shit
I gotta get this Guala
I need every lil cent
Yes i gotta ball i ain't sittin on the bench
You ain't seen what i seen
history of hip-hop
From way way back
(His martha gupa's?) Hip-Hop Father
Charlie Ahern Wild Style
And 50 Cent's Fifty and More
I used to read this to my
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
coat
We hit many men gettin fifty cent bags of chips form the corner store
And if they spin again ambulance gone pick up what I just left in ten floor
acrobatic backward flips.
The baddest bitch on my hip,
Price on his head make change like he 50cent.
Never snitch, i plead the fifth, i drink a fifth.
Front
down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
This new place like home, New York - New York
I run this
the last to run
While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh
If you don't know you better go and ask someone
50 Cent is my symbol and my name
and fifties and hundreds
We counting this money
And stacking up all the hundreds (Aye)
We ain't have to do it like them
Arm in the rim
It's like we play ball
the ho route (the ho route)
Now I'm all alone with the pole out (.45)
Circle gotta be close when we roll out (gotta be)
Purple shit that we smoke by
half cent hookers
Trynna act like snobs, now get a job
This other hottie used to knock
Used to buy her pearls
Please drive me across the whole entire
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
I am a, two hours of pushin' broom buys
know I reach to slap it
I don't hit women, slap the booty as a habit
I don't even know him, he fell off, he a has-been
Smoke a three-figgy and this bitch
dicky, dicky (Bang)
Call me cent how I'm stacking up these fifty's fifty's (Ay, ay)
We big like Giza
Call me pussy pleaser (Pleaser) (Giza)
I am evil
Shoot
cents
So now we count by tens
Are you ready to begin
It goes 10, 20 30, 40, 50, 60, 70 80, 90, a dollar
It goes 10, 20, 30 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 90, 2
that first marijuana tape
Guess I got a chronic case
And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face
I know this time Paul and Dre,
kens
I broke a couple a records
And set a couples trends
Get rich or die trying well I need a quicker lick
Nah I need a 100, what's this 50cents
I
Yeah, I'm your worst nightmare
I'm the one you don't wanna see (prayin' ain't gon' save you this time, man)
In the all black (all blacked up)
I give drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T
No doubt players like me
Recognize the great King Tee, about twenty
I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[50 Cent]
Nigga now gotta let me break it down for you how it's gon' be
You don't wanna fuck with Snoop cause then
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