Lyrics:
[50 Cent Intro]
Yeah, She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it, she want me to want it, She want to climb up on it,
Smile (Ha, ha)â?¦Lloyd
the Don, is what they tell me
I'm armed i'm droppin' niggas like bombs
Get in that ass like a thong
Picture a felon in ya presence
Takin' bustas back
I’m in a league of my own now
Usually catch me by my lonely so they never get me confused with the wrong crowd
They say I be on some quiet shit
I be
stealin' on the side to survive
They say taxes gonna pay for the plan
I think Sam takin' grams out the bag
Uncle Sam takin' grams out the bag
I think
Why would I lie about the body count?
If they pull the plug then that body count (they pull the plug, then that body, yeah)
Why would I lie about
Oh, Migo go, go, oh
50 bitches in the lobby
I told 'em don't tell anybody
Lil mama keep asking "who is scotty?"
I told 'em it's molly
Got bitches
(50 Cent)
Might just fuck the nigga bitch
I ain't got shit to do (yeah, I can)
Gotta put my shit on DND soon
As I hit the booth (Hit the booth)
Why you
the flow ADHD my mentally
No telling where we'll go 50 cent wings at the Applebee's
I'm tryna get rich and act broke that's my mentality
All of my songs be
fuckin' dick, bite me
I'm not somebody that you should be takin' lightly
All of this hate in the air, it blinds me
Admit it, you fuck boys love to fight me
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
close, cause I know they tryna get me
Nine by my side, cause I know she gon' ride
Gotta keep her close, can't get put up in the sky
Gotta keep her close,
West, they know my name
More savvy in the city than a bench press
These niggas hustle, I ain't impressed
I sold bags of the white more
Tight than 50
They dance huh?
What you doin'? (What you doin'?)
Gettin' money (Gettin' money) pink fifties
(Pink fifties)
Blue hundreds (Blue hundreds)
Pull up in
can't)
I ain't on takin' breaks, I will when I'm up like fifty M's (M's)
They never seen fifty grands (no)
They never seen fifty bands (never)
By
the room and bright it up, they got they cameras flashing
Big 9 been a goat , not at the zoo, cause the trenches had grabbed me
Fifty cents for chips, two
fifties
Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office
You the softest I'm takin' ya honies they
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change
They takin pictures, I'm painting portraits
Hopping them fences, posted on porches.
Lookin through lenses, life lookin gorgeous.
Head start
named 50 Cent I signed
This shit's official now, the deal is finished and it's time
To get down to this business, let's go get these nicks and dimes
and wiggle screamin call my people
We got these fiends pourin liters, and they shootin needles
Need to be takin your connection, cause we got it cheaper
Shit I
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
Because the Devil's inside of me
I'm takin' my own life
That's where I'm goin'
Except they might not sell weed in Hell
I'm takin' my own life, I might
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