Lyrics:
dead, get rich or die trying how I feel like 50 cent
Shout out to all my Hawaiians still struggling, on that lonely island
Turned up on that dumb shit,
down and I be ridin' spokes and
I be that pretty mothafucka and you got to know this, this
Now we gotta go get, get, now we gotta go get (ayy, ayy)
No flex zone they know betta
No flex zone they know betta
Went and grabbed my weight up, OG in the tix
And errytime you see me at
Least 50 on my
we submit
Won't allow it
Gave my two Cents
And even if I knew fifty I'd still be lacking the power
Ghost, gone, vanished, non-existent
But back
jar
We are far from a day to make a score even
Wisdom in a nigga jaw niggas still teething
Blame King James no Cleveland
Who that God that think he too
more
I know what it's like
Life's hard to the core
I done seen cats killed over 50 cents
Women sellin their bodies because
They gotta pay rent
I lost my
TGIF on ABC not gonna be beat
Step by Step and Urkel and Boy Meets World yeah that's you
A rollercoaster ride of family fun
Best damn shows under
and drugs filling cereal bowls
A fleet of limousines idle lined in the lot
A penthouse with a helipad, a 50-foot yacht
A mansion in the Hamptons
I was at the murder scene lightin it up
For my playboy partna, I was the one he could trust
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
We choose 100's and 50's over
Do you understand? I'm the mans in my city
I got bands, spend like $50, yeah
Do you understand?
I know the feds try'na get me
We've been fuckin' up
the pandemic, we was still runnin' up chicken
Whippin' that shit in the kitchen
You make a mention, a ticket'll make you go missing
Don't do the sneak dissin'
I'm
though, I know
Niggas 'round here we still live by code
Play this record if they kill me, yes the 5-0
I'ma always be a real nigga that's by law
See
like fifty cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest and I had to go repent
Smoke one joint it had me on my ass and I say holy shit
I had one cup of Henny
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
show no fear
He said the Bible gives us three-score and ten
The rest is borrowed time
Make the most to the end
We waist our lives by looking back
Son
ounces in they pockets
Bitches jock it
We ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets
Nigga don't knock it
But you need to stop it
Top notch shit
I
hataz
It be lookin so good that ima prolly fall in love
Money u bring me trouble
But I still think I love you
[Verse 2]
Shes as black as a African
a psychopath
But half the time, while I'm scramblin and gamblin to pay the rent
I'm livin day by day and cent by cent
By the end of the week my knees feel weak,
We got London on da Track
Drop top, wop
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Cartier frames, call me four eyes
Still can cook
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
ain't stuck man
I'm in the club man
Fifty cents to my name but I'm still the man
Two months away you gonna kick the can
Like Billie said I'm the bad guy I
down, Drac' shit all by my youngin'
We kick in the door and be gone when they come in
Put trust in my gun, I go ku with the deuce
Call of Duty how we pull
and wrapped up
And move like you 'sposed to be movin' because we strapped up
Don't get yourself clapped up for no reason
'Cause we won't hesitate
When it come
lucky they ass ain't the opps
They Would've got popped
We ridin around wit da mop
They stay in da house wit they pops
Be cappin a lot
They not off
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