Lyrics:
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers,
Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be false
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move why'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you
We doin' this shit solo
Dig it?
Cold game (cold game), new twist (new twist)
My niggaz step back and let me do this (do this)
'Cause I'm that 5-0
things in life
50 Cent said it hella right
Get rich or die trying
Made mine now you decide
I don't wanna worry bout the fam when I'm gone
Make it easy
Just
but gettin' big
Half the niggas I run wit' gettin' jig
The other fifty cent balancin' a bid
Oh shit, got this bitch seeded
To God I pleaded
dough, no ray me
Fifty deep in VIP, T.G.O.D
Your bitch remind me of this ink, she all on me
I'm gone, I'm rocking KK cologne
I think this bitch just tryna
Whenever I see you
That's ICU
Critical the illest individual
Came up on 50 Cent DMX and Mystikal
Everybody got straps and gats and guns and funds
But
sonic
Hella smoke in the air, he don't want it
He say I'm hating, I'm just being honest
Gotta call the hoe 50 Cent, she fucked many men
Brodie just popped
50 Cent Whoa
Right mode with the wrong hoe I’m 6 2 she 5 4
Bad hoe gimme fye throat came hard too cause we just smoked
These niggas ain’t ready for it
sonic
Hella smoke in the air, he don't want it
He say I'm hating, I'm just being honest
Gotta call the hoe 50 Cent, she fucked many men
Brodie just popped
by myself and my heat is tucked
And i'm walking in the flame and i'm heating up
Felt the love disappear out the safe
Just gotta find a way
Out this
Oh nah nah
Whole clique here with the "Ra-Ra"
You ain't with the smoke or the zaza
Laughin' in his face like "Ha, ha"
Aye, man, y'all know what
by
Girl, nevermind (girl, nevermind)
We're out of time, my only one
So just hold on tight, and don't slow my nights, my love can
This life will
somethin you never seen before (somethin' you never seen)
I'm one hundred, fifty bands, fifty rounds in this Gucci coat
Turned a good girl to a nympho, hit
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
down
Above the weather to the better bliss
Togetherness
Judging by my album streams, hardly any gonna hear this
How am I still delirious
Some twisted
Run this shit Up with my legs
Run this shit up by myself
If you can't get right you get left
I'ma rain in the three like I'm Steph
Wrist in the bowl
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
who am I to judge?
I gave 50 cent to many men. Time went back had me looking at my watch like
Don't be living your life by somebody time line.
Life's
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
in your party yeah (Yeah) well I'm that mother fucker
Feeling horny a bit naughty yeah (Yeah) I'm that mother fucker
And I love to smoke that ganja
am I in a dream
If she sold her product on the street probably be name supreme
Fifty cent make two quarters that's five dimes where is she
Women out
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