Lyrics:
the stick and hit him once
I had to hit him again
It's so many snakes in the grass
You knowing I'ma do it again
These cats got nine lives
Shoot 'em nine times
Cent
By the time your new recording is all complete
Odds are fifty-fifty, it's obsolete
Now there's a half-pint dude with a saxophone
Blowin'
couldn't giving her 2 cent
And now my wrist dripping like I'm turning on a faucet
They live a dream Im just robbing the bank
You plot and scheme I just do
Look, mama, I made it (grrt)
Look, I remember the days
Same fit for a week straight
I used to eat fifty-cent cake
Now, it's Philippe's
It's
boys live
A nick for Abraham Lincoln give me a high five
Niggas with no storage gon flip the channel man
I got them green and them orange Alexander
yeah
He died and paid the rent
Yeah twelve for the sons of Israel
To raise them by two but then
Watch so many fall to evil
Over paying ten per cent
Man
Get Rich or Die Tryin and I'm still in/stealin time
We so alive
Can't stand up, if you ain't on ya grind
50 times I served them 50 lines
I seen 50
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any
personal best
So feel the after birth defects burst through your chest
And live happily ever after how worse can it get?
Déterminé, attention où tu mets ton
empowered by the people I love
I pray god doesn't take me young
Because you know what they say the good die young
So can anybody tell me It seems the good die
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I love it
From
times and fucked everybody's bitch twice
Mother fuckers talk about it but i live that pimp life
I got pimp blood which is pumped by the beat
I drop this
G-Unit, UTP
Hahahaha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP (yeah)
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em, Buck
50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't fuckin' playin'
This so called men of God are always flanked by bodyguards for what
A true man of God is invisible
Theres no such thing as miracle money
Behind every
All this shit I rap in this studio
I live this shit no Cap
Yea I gotta degree but I be in these streets selling gas by the pound and I Rap
Fuck
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco
[Chorus: x2 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
Sticks and stones may break bones
the street thing almost enter me hm hmm
So no come here dey chat me shit ma bo pari e
Anyhow make you see am, live my life inna 50/50 yeah
(Anyhow make you
lika gatherin
So dont be playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon
Bad bitches let ‘em in / Nigga I like em Caucasian and cinnamon/counting up many man / pockets on 50cent I count up many men / they know how I get it
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