Lyrics:
that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
with me
Bitch, it's big Cup
I put on for my city
Got twenty four bowls in the trap if you need it, come get me
Got plays they come by the fifty
Young
fasho I keep a bag on me fasho
You find a 50 in my stack I'm pussy I feel like Boosie hoe
Bout my business though designer on me head to toe
They told me
stop… Hustle don't quit
Got a "Hustlers Ambition"…like 50 Cent
So, so far... so far… so far
I been doing my thing and its been working for me
From,
[Originally by 50 Cent]
No shorty, it's Beyonce,
We gonna' party like, it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink
then pass it
Shit, it's potent on its on, baby ain't no need to gas it
You can be yourself with me baby, ain't no need to mask it
Nope, baby ain't no
to listen up, listen up baby
PreChorus : You ain't livin' till your loving so let's be romantic
Girl you're all I need to get by, you're my kinda girl
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you
need to be remembered by the heart i have the rhymes i write
I change my habits so fast dont ever mess with my tribe
Yeah you will sell for a bribe
In
You know me can't get caught without my chopper
Lil' weak wit fifty I'm itching to see I got cha
B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga
Can't let yo
pursue (So I pursue)
Knowing damn well I’m not amused (I’m not amused)
I’m still lonely I need a muse (Baby, I need a muse)
So I’m down if you show me
represent it
And it's
[Chorus]
[Peedi Peedi]
Live and dirvet
I don't need no mic check
Remember mommy told me
You ain't write that
It started in
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
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
it's goin' on) there's something
Yo! I hit him with the charm, make him put it on my arm, like
You don't need no job when ya pussy is the bomb
Diamond chain
Rocks so sharp they cut a wrist
I like a bitch who give me head and ain’t afraid to cut a bitch
Bitch I need the Guap
By the Guap I mean
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
(60)
Let off 10 now I'm riding with 50
(Brddddd)
Spot my Vick 9 times like 50 cent
(Bow bow bow)
Just me and my pistol don't ride with many men
My young
bird on me
Nothin' to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific
Money, money, money
Man that shit comin' in digit's
I got 50 cents on me
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
I got a fetish for fashion
Be around me, know you want to
I'm unlike regular people
Got 'em thinkin' I know Kung Fu the way I be kickin' that lingo
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