Lyrics:
clouding the funds
80 cents up in my bank account
I'm gon make it count
I got 80 cents up in my bank account
I'm gon make it count
I'm running from the 5-0
clouding the funds
80 cents up in my bank account
I'm gon make it count
I got 80 cents up in my bank account
I'm gon make it count
I'm running from the 5-0
Ayy Kodak, yeah, I'm fresh out, man
This that summer jam, man
Y'all slide this shit 'til
School start back
Yeah, girl, I wanna be your lover
We can
hoes, lot of seedy folk, hang wit moes, but i'm crippin loc
don't pray to lord, he a 5 star, pay the lord, til i'm wicced broke
pay the shooter n make
pioneer paving the way
Eminem, 50 Cent, I've been""Patiently Waitin'""
Now the time finally came to throw my name in ya face
Like BRAP
Wasiu, nigga I'm in
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
down I know you shine
You know when gone do it for nine
Yea
Just touched down in your city
I'm 'bout to get litty
I might spend like fifty
Yea
These
tilbake ble du skremt
For Castor Bean kom inn
I gamet 20 år for sent
Kongen av New York Bo Biggie og 50 Cent
Jeg gjør om v'en i Vlone om til en W
For
Trolling for the power bitch I feel like 50 cent hated on by many men
Tryna build an empire but I ain't one of lucious kids
Small City nigga Chris Wallace
(Jack)
I try to stay out of love 'cause I'd kill me a bitch
I'm just fuckin' and thuggin' and gettin' money to lit to commit
I got one ho ridin'
I'm having a blast
Me and gang gone mad
Fuck boys get no pass
See a opp let it blast
Me and gang gone mad
Me and gang gone mad
Me and gang gone mad
[50 Cent]
ay , yo we can't stay alive forever,
so if the shit hits tha fan then we might as well die together, im hi as ever, more hoe's and more
car
Woke up ? bout a mothafucking phone call
And as they booked me I had a mouthful of crack
And when I shit tonight bitch I'm gone get it back
getting rich
I still get it gone by the zip
Call it black magic like a trick
It's just me and glo in the trap wit it I'm like ace he be money mitch
And If
boys, we not no kids we slide wit toys
Blick up on my waist I keepa pistol tucked
My papa told me never show it til you have to rollem'
I'm da motions
Tell Buda to loop the beat and let me do this shit for me
Know I'm gangsta, a street rider
They see me, they keep silent
Told him squeeze 'til he
put some money on ya mind
Ya honey gone be mine
Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly
The kids look sunny on the shine
I'm gettin' ticked off
cut up no pack really in with the mobsters
Bitch it's free Monster until he come home
Til Delo get justice he in every song
We really was thuggin
(intro)
Yo
Bay area
You are now rockin
With big von and 50 cent
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww
Yo
Southside
Roll something smoke somethin nigga uh yea
I fall off
the Bentley, I'm thuggin' like Melly
Go grab the stick and we aim at his belly
Came from the bricks, I'ma shoot like a veteran
Yeah
So slime
Die by my
(50)
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin'
(50)
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin'
a child
Do you hear me na
Nah wait do you feel me na
This shit here will get wild
Naw this ain't that
Screamin murda til I'm gone
Lil bro dangous onna
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