Lyrics:
Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style
[50 Cent]
It's something about your style, it's something about your smile
It's something about you
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
French frames in dreams
At the city I can't escape
50 Cent, Darkchild, So Plush
Girl, I wait for your lovin'
There is no rush, what
That's how Darkchild
will it stop
Jay and Dame ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
to dress , couldn’t sag my regular pants
And gotta kiss they ass if you tryna get a 50 cent advance
And unlike 50 cent, I’m not of many men
Sell shares
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
like Teni (Yeah remix)
Lemme know
Take you 50 floors up in my condo
Yeah how we go oo , how we go
Catching flights from Lagos down to Monaco
Ohhh, where
chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she remix it for low
She my trap queen,
the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never act wild, very low
50 cent, got a cigarette now
What good is it, if I give it to you
Buy a bag of chips
Smoke them cigarettes
What do I know
Here ya go
in game 6
Spit and make 'em replay it like they're stuck on the same disc
Work, I give 'em new, never stretchin' the same brick
Never the same
[Hook]
I am 100, I double 50 cent
If you wanna talk ish ya derrier gets kicked
Show you who's boss like Feds did Micheal Vick
And show ya how
of narcotics (that work)
Pull up in a new 'Rari (skrrt)
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serve it
of narcotics (that work)
Pull up in a new 'Rari (skrrt)
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serve it
on a glide, ruin the drip (ugh)
Get that press out, ruin a brick
Remix one, put two on the strip
Two man, two fuck off coats
It's very clear what I'm doing
like young Cole
Dollar with a big dream
Watch the kid work
I hope you gotta big screen
Getting what’s mine
If it’s gone then I took it
The way I’m going
rapper tryin' to mimic him
And that's what really rose up out of Michigan,
The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!
You would never know
bandz
Ice my neck up wit baguettes but ian never been to france
I got cents just like I'm fifty, I'm that nigga wit the plan
How this land of the free,
catch a body and talk to God
My role model brought my head up at thirteen, 50 Cent taught me how to rob
And then my mom moved me to Florida to finish
DJ Whoo Kid. The Hood legend
Whoo!
Kid
Remix (Niggaz know)
Lloyd Banks! *echo*
[Eminem]
It's like a throne that he dont even own
He wont sit down,
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?
I ain't hating, but, your girl's a bird
You by my side, make it work
You and her, that sounds absurd
so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?
I ain't hating, but, your girl's a bird
You by my side, make it work
You and her, that sounds absurd
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