Lyrics:
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
be aight
Cuz we rolled up with enough to make an army
Cuz we Rolled up with enough to make an army
I spit this here for those who came to live
get the crown yet
To be a king
That I'm destined To be
the king I'm supposed to be
Or Imma die trying
Like 50 cent
Imma get rich or die trying
Getting
up Chips so we can clash
Smoke up bout a zone up out the stash
Hit the car filled up with gas
Then we headed out to the flats
On a money trip so you
when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see
Devil 'round the corner
[50 Cent
of the ring
The gods don't mingle with the mortals
Peasants ain't sittin' with the kings
Goliath ain't worried 'bout your sling
And Cassius ain't bothered by
I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's
Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more
on tradition
Carry on tradition
When you rep what we rep then carry on tradition
Now some of these new rappers got their caps flipped backwards
Wit their
round 50
We got ks and glocks and money
We got stendos and bankrolls
Glock gotta match my clothes
All white with the red beam
All black hoodie toting
cents
Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English
I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
The streets had me in a trance, pistol in my pants
Only fifty cent to my name but had the power in my hands
I did it my way (my way)
Did my own thing (yeah)
seen fifty bands (never)
By the time you get your food (ah?)
It's been through like fifty hands (ahahaha)
I stay with the yayo like 50's man (like
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
man was thirsty, I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a juks, bitch
Motherfucker teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
women
Sonny, I live it, O-10, S5 tinted
Brother Deck, what I rep, S.I., dig it?
Fifty cal' flow, get low
Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa
Steady,
gon' be rich forever
No matter what we go through, you gon' be my bitch forever
No matter what happen, I'ma rep the clique forever
Them three letters
hat and my kicks
I could bounce with the forty or sig
It don't matter where I'm at or where I shake ima keep me a leg
Like hold on
We can go rack for
young buck'll get that dough
Play Eminem and 50 Cent like they was tic-tac-toe (who?)
Respect they game but shoot one and check they frame
Make sure
guys who write rhymes from the heart
Twenty four chambers of love six layers of funk
One creator above and not a chance that we ever giving up
My DNA
and mortages on houses)
We straight banksta'z (we add and multiply cash by the thousands)
[Prodigal Sunzini]
We bank up with money bags and bring trucks
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