Lyrics:
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka,
thousand for a robbery
I got fifty thousand for a robbery
Lookin' for somebody who can ride with me
Twenty thousand for a show
I gave the mic to LB
Uh,
it
Then I got right to it and got this bitch shaking
Bitch in my bed and I got this bih shaking
Who are we kidding you niggas is playing
Won’t even
been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young but still a victim of the 12
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
you fuckin fags, I rep a flag that's red,
white, and blue, got 50 stars and stripes,
don't care about any country's troops,
find your body bag, we comin
), and we
Played Chinese handball at a park called [Name]
And he who lost was forced to play the wall
And then got hit in the butt with the ball
bother
And in the trunk, we got the elephant
Know who you F'in' with, they don't know where you went
Then they won't find you until you are skeleton
of playgrounds you can run, you can
Paint, color, read, learn, recess in the sun
And by the way, one day
One of your classmates might stroll
In with a gun
Shoot
What im gone do
Step
Wherever i choose
That's word to my jewels
All of my goons rep
She sending nudes
While you in her views
She by pool wet
Fuck up
No I do not fear no man I put fear in all these men
Yea I got me many men like my name was 50 cent
Before you approach the man do you know who
for rent
I got clowns in my mix, but I'm finna send a blitz
I be tryna go legit, get rich or die like 50 Cent
I was 'bout to back up out it, then
us
What was wrong with us, was it our fault?
'Cause we started thinkin' God doesn't love us
Two odd motherfuckers who just happened to meet
the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
ignorant just like 50 Cent with his post
Niggas posting all online
So when you slide you under arrest
That nigga corny he a bitch
That nigga telling on his
Of rap is back
M-O-B-B, Hav and P
Who rep NYC like QB
We vets, we not pets
You confusin' me
With them other bums that rap
They nothin' like this
want a bite of this, everything is cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Nigga, live by your rep but I ain't takin shit
flow
Till i really hit the dro
Then I'm really bout to blow
With a hundred bands
Not till we Asian like running man
But i barely got a hundred fans
You
I walk, on my own trying to do what I can
Undefined by the visions of man
My legs are weak from the malnutrition
Stifled with this hex of a plan, one
the muscle feel
I’m who she wanna cuddle with
I’m working hard so you know them guns I be flaunting them
Tatted like a biker dude
And bearded like a Muslim
the Range, I'm into nice thangs
I slang weed, cocaine and heroine
50 Cent, that's my name, nigga I bring the pain
You thought shit stay the same, nigga shit
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
cap I'm rarely if ever flattered
Don't gotta keep up with the TL I'm already what's happening
Skin like Henny body bottled by Coke
Keep him hard like
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